12 comments/ 121017 views/ 35 favorites Innocent Ananya Ch. 01 By: Babli5 Ananya was my neighbour's daughter. She was slender and pretty and so innocent. She called me Babli didi and looked up to me for being a girl who knew her mind. I was her role model as she had told me many times. She had just started junior college and I encouraged her efforts as much as I could. Her body had me fascinated for some time now and I was continuously thinking about how to get her to open up to me so much that I could help myself to it. I dreamt about her. I constantly undressed her in my mind. My hands itched whenever she was near and like a bitch in heat I always started salivating and thinking about her virginity. My mind was like a fertile ground where images of her nakedness flashed every time I saw her. And then later in the privacy of my bed or the bathroom, I would furiously finger myself to explosive, satisfying orgasms while fantasizing about her. My fantasies were driving me to the edge. I was becoming more and more frustrated by my imaginings, desperate to see her uncovered, to touch her. I decided I needed to have her. It was a Thursday and Ananya had come home early when her parents were not at home. Their flat was locked and I saw her sitting on the landing step, casually looking through some magazine. I walked up to her. "Ananya, what are you doing? Are you locked out?" I asked. She looked up and a pretty smile came on her face. "Babli didi! Yes, my parents are not yet home and they have locked the door so I can't go in until they come back," she replied. "So come into my flat. You can wait there instead of sitting outside like some beggar," I teased her. She gathered up her bag and got up from the steps, following me into my house. She walked over to the sofa, put her belongings there and sat down. "Do you want water?" I asked. She nodded. I went into the kitchen and poured two glasses of cold water. Bringing them out, I sat down beside her and offered it to her. She drank greedily, gulping down most of the glass and then setting it on the coffee table. "Thank you, didi, I was so thirsty," she said, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Good then that I found you and rescued you." I smiled. "That I quenched your thirst." And I will quench my thirst too before long, I thought to myself. She smiled at me. "Ananya, I have wanted to talk to you for some time..." I began. She looked at me expectantly, and then when I didn't continue, her curiosity got the better of her. "About what, didi?" she asked. "Well, you are a pretty girl and your mother... she asked me to talk to you," I lied. A wariness came into her eyes. She got the meaning of where I was going. All girls had this talk at some point in their lives. Usually it was their mothers but now I was talking to Ananya about it. She didn't suspect that her mother hadn't asked me to talk to her. "So do you have a boyfriend?" I asked her. Her eyes widened a bit and she ducked her head, her fingers nervously starting to play with the folds of her skirt. "No, didi," she muttered. "Sure?" I asked. "I promise, didi. There is nothing like that," she said in a reassuring voice, still looking down into her lap. "Hmmm...." I looked at her downturned head for a few seconds. "So no boyfriends..." She shook her head no. "What about kissing?" I asked next. "How can I kiss when I don't have a boyfriend?" she asked in return. "Oh come on! You can kiss your girlfriends to see how it feels, right? Experimenting?" Her eyes met mine, horrified. "No, didi! Nothing like that," she burst out. "Okay, so you have not been kissed at all," I persisted. "No, I promise." We were silent for a minute. "Don't you wonder what it's like?" I asked next. "No..." she said in a small voice. "No?" "Didi, this is so embarrassing," she murmured. I reached out a hand and caressed her shoulder. "You can tell me, Ananya. You can think of me as your friend. At least, it is better than to have this conversation with your mother, right?" I joked. A small smile played around her lips. "Do you ever feel ticklish in your stomach when you think about sex?" I asked. I saw her swallow. She didn't say anything. I moved closer to her on the sofa and lay my hand around her. My other hand clasped her nervous fingers in mine and I squeezed gently. "Ananya, think of me as a friend and tell me your feelings, okay?" She nodded hesitantly. "Do you think about sex?" She nodded a yes. I felt myself getting aroused. "Do your nipples get hard? She nodded yes. "And do you touch them?" She was silent and still as a statue. "When they are hard and brush against your bra or against your blouse, does it send tingles through your body?" "Didi..." she choked out. "Are they hard now, Ananya?" She just took a deep breath and shuddered. Slowly, I started bringing my hand up to touch her chest. She sank into the back of the sofa and almost stopped breathing. "I am just confirming since you won't answer me," I said lightly and placed my hand on her breast. I cupped her small breast in my palm and held my hand to her, not moving. Finally I was getting to do what I had done only in my hundreds of fantasies. I pressed my hand a little and Ananya's breath left her in an explosion. She started breathing in small gasps through her opened lips. I cupped my hand firmly on her breast and started pumping it like a blood pressure cuff in my hand. Ananya's hands went crazy clutching and unclutching bunches of her skirt. Her breath grew even more ragged and I could actually hear her heart fluttering in her chest like a little bird's. "Don't be afraid," I whispered to her. "Every girl goes through this. Every girl does this. It is innocent, just experimenting. There is nothing wrong with it." "What... what am I... why are you..." she stammered breathlessly and then stopped in confusion. "Shhh," I soothed her. "Don't get nervous, Ananya. I am just showing you how nice it feels when your breasts are touched. Since you said you haven't done anything like this, I want you to know what it feels like," I said. "But didi..." she began. "Shhh. Don't talk," I commanded. With that I turned her face towards me and leaned down to her desirable lips. Her unkissed lips. Considering the lust I had for her body, I controlled myself like a saint and just gave her a moist kiss on her closed lips. Then I pressed my lips against hers. Oh God! They were so soft. Like rose petals. I started nibbling on her mouth as she just sat there and took my sweet assault. After what seemed like the longest time, I put my thumb on her chin and pulled it down. Her lower lip slid open and I inserted my tongue in a smooth motion. She gasped and tried to wriggle away but I was ready for her. I made soothing murmurs and kept on nibbling and sucking on her sweet lips. I kept inserting my tongue in her mouth and sweeping it about in the inner side of her lips. She was still trying to pull away and I was getting impatient of the tight control I had of myself. I wanted her naked with her ripe body open to me in every way. My brain skittered to pictures of her lying wantonly with her legs open, presenting herself to me in the most intimate way possible. Impatiently, I moved away from her lips and looked into her face. "Open your lips wide, Ananya," I ordered, my voice thick in its arousal. But she bit her lower lip in nervousness. Her chest rose and fell with the wild way she was breathing. I got distracted by her breasts and captured one of her small mounds again. "So soft," I murmured, squeezing her gently. "Tell me how I make you feel when I kiss you and touch you like this, Ananya," I whispered on a ragged breath. She shook her head from side to side and I felt her nervousness increasing. "Shhh. It's okay. You don't have to answer. It's okay." I soothed her in the voice I would use to calm a crying baby. Taking her lips up into a kiss again, I played with her breasts. My heart leapt as I found her hardened nipple. So she wasn't unaffected! I took up the hard nub between my thumb and fingers and started rolling it until I felt Ananya tremble. "Yes. Feels good, doesn't it?" I said against her moist mouth. "Feels so good." By this time, Ananya was half drugged by what was happening. She was nervous, no doubt about it, and maybe shocked too. But now I knew that what I was doing was affecting her body just the way mine had yearned for her for a long time. I was playing her vulnerable spots expertly. It was time to move further and take this to a place where there was no coming back. I started opening her button down shirt in the front. At first she didn't know what I was doing, she was so drugged. But as soon as it penetrated her fogged brain, she started struggling. I broke off from her and applied both my hands to the job. "Shh, Ananya. Don't struggle or the shirt will tear," I cautioned. "Didi, no... please..." she kept struggling and trying to bat my hands away. I looked her directly in the eyes and made my voice hard. "Ananya, stop struggling. If the shirt tears, then you will go disgraced back to your house. How will you tell them what happened if they ask? What if you father sees you in that condition?" She stilled momentarily with the notion of the horrifying image I had painted. That was all the time I needed. I had her unbuttoned to the waist, and slipped my hand in. I found the understrap of her bra and nimbly slid my hand under that too. Finally I was in contact with her naked breast! And it was the softest of flesh I had ever touched! Her breast fitted into my hand completely and I started to knead her. My mouth found its way back to her sweet lips like a drug I couldn't let go off. She was now sitting docilely, all struggles ceased. I didn't know whether she was just in shock at what was happening or beginning to accept it or just too overcome with lust like I was at touching her naked flesh. I was overflowing with pussy juice. I could feel myself slick and slippery down there. Even if I moved the slightest amount, I could feel my soggy panties wet with my cum sliding against me. It made me want to throw off my clothes and Ananya's too but I had to proceed slowly and not scare off this sweet little virgin. "So soft," I murmured against her lips as I spread the ends of her shirt farther and exposed more of her. "Such a lovely, sweet girl," I whispered to her before bending my head and taking her now exposed breast into my mouth. I heard her take in a breath sharply as I closed my mouth over the nipple. I suckled ferociously, laving her nipple with my tongue every few sucks and fondling the rest of the softness with my hand. I snuck my hand down to her stomach then and slipped a middle finger into her navel. She arched up with a moan at that and almost dislodged me from her breast. I slid my hand out and moved back to kiss her open mouth. She was soft and pliant in my arms by now. Drugged to the point of no return and mine to do with as I wanted. I saw her half sitting, half lying on my sofa with her eyes closed and her mouth open in a sigh. I captured that open rosebud mouth and moved to the next stage. Bunching her skirt in my hand, I exposed her creamy thighs. There was no resistance. She was far too gone now to struggle. I had no trouble adjusting her so that my hand could access her panty clad pussy. At my first brush at the apex of her legs, I felt her moan into my mouth. I pressed my hand hard against her and felt her welcome moist softness. She was so warm and ready. Her panties were wet with eagerness and I felt myself release more juices at her open surrender. I had waited so long for it! Now it was mine. She was mine to take and do with as I wanted. I lifted my head and looked at her supple body lying pliant in my arms, her clothes in disarray, her breasts open to my roving gaze. My hand was placed in her most private of places. I rubbed her intimately and saw her lips tremble in reaction. My sweet beautiful, Ananya. My lovely virgin lying before me. I spread her legs farther apart to gain greater access. My hands passed that final barrier between us. I slid her panties to one side and dipped my hand into her honeyed wetness. She was so wet! My fingers were instantly coated with her juices. I burrowed past her pussy lips and felt her centre. I probed her with one finger. So small. I pushed against her and felt her tense up a little. I withdrew my finger a bit and found her little nub with my thumb. As soon as I brushed her hard little core, she rose against my hand. "You like that?" I asked her softly. I continued circling and rubbing her little clit with my thumb while my finger stayed at her entrance, ready. Her breath was coming in short gasps now and I felt her body tensing up with each strum of my thumb. I played her body like an instrument, seeing her breasts rising and falling rapidly with indrawn breaths and gasps as I finger fucked her. My virgin was splayed open in front of my eyes, getting fucked like I had always imagined in my dreams. My strokes got faster and faster, and in tune with it, her breaths got more ragged. She kept rising herself to my hand, to better position her pelvis against my tormenting thumb. I flicked her clit as hard and as fast I could, increasing the tempo, rubbing into her as she thrust herself up into my hand. She was moaning and moving her head from side to side now and I felt her buck once, twice, then go completely still before whole body tremors ran down her entire length and she thrashed like a puppet on a string. As her explosive orgasm ran through her, I knew my chance. I clasped her to myself and pushed my finger firmly inside of her. She let out a cry and her hand clamped down on my wrist as I thrust myself deeper into her. "Babli didi... didi, no..." she gasped. "Shhh... Ananya... sweet darling," I murmured into her ear. "It will be over in a minute." She squirmed but her orgasm was still running through her and she did not have the strength to stop me from burying my finger up to its length inside of her virgin pussy. I milked her clit with my thumb as she rode her high, all the while my finger submerged in her tight warm softness. She eventually wound down and came to rest with her face on my chest, her arm draped over my shoulder and her breath slowing down to normal. "Ananya?" I said softly. She didn't respond. I slid my finger out a fraction and slid it in again. I felt her breath catch. "Does it hurt, sweetie?" I asked. I felt a faint nod against my chest. I moved my thumb which still rested against her clit a fraction of an inch. This elicited a shiver. "And this?" I asked. She didn't respond. I applied a tiny bit of pressure. "Please..." she whispered, barely audible. "Let me take it out, okay? It might hurt a little," I cautioned. I felt her tense and pulled myself out as quickly as I could. My finger left her depths with a wet plop and I heard her let out a little mew. I saw a few flecks of blood on my fingers mixed with her wetness when I inspected it. I had taken her virginity. I gathered her to me and hugged her to me like I would a small child. She pulled her legs close and sighed against my chest. "You were so brave," I said, smoothing her hair back over her shoulders. "And so sweet, so soft." I caressed her back and then slipped my hand down to her round ass. I cupped her and pulled her towards me. She in turn snuggled up and slid her arms around me. We sat like that for a long time but eventually I could take it no longer. My mind had started complaining that I had her in my arms and I was just wasting the time. I shifted a little and she raised herself off me, trying to pull away. "Wait, Ananya. I have to inspect you," I said. She shrank back. "What? How?" "To see that I haven't hurt you." She looked at me apprehensively. "It's required," I said firmly as I took up her wrist. "Lie down here now." I got up and pushed her down gently on one end of the sofa with her head resting on one arm and lifted her legs to lay them straight out in front of her. I lifted her skirt up to expose her and then pulled her panties down and off. When I started to arrange her legs, she held them closed. "Ananya, I have to look," I said. "Please help me to make sure you are okay." She grudgingly let me part her legs. I opened them as wide as I could. My first look at her would be magnificent. I took one of her legs and draped it over the back of the sofa and the other one I placed on the floor. She was spread open as far as she could be. I drank in the sight of her naked pussy. I reached out and slowly parted her pussy lips. She was so delicate. As my fingers opened her up, I could see more flecks of blood stuck to her inner thighs, all the way to her centre, where she was bright red. I fingered her and she shifted uncomfortably. "Ananya, there is some blood. I will have to clean it up," I told her. "I can do it myself," she whispered, not meeting my eyes. "No. I will do it," I said firmly. "Come with me." I took hold of her wrist, got her up and walked her to the bathroom. I unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. "Sit." I motioned towards the pot. She slowly obliged. Her legs were close together as she sat. I moved into a crouch and parted them. "Open your legs wide, Ananya. I need to see your pussy to wash it," I said soothingly. I took a tumbler full of water and started washing her. With one hand I poured and with the other, rubbed her pussy of blood and her juices. It was the most intimate thing anyone could ever do and I felt like I could burst with my orgasm as I held my face before her and washed her soft folds. I kept pouring water and gliding my hand between her legs even when she was clean because I just felt like I couldn't stop. Finally, I stopped pouring water and just held my hand against her pussy. "Pee," I commanded her. Ananya looked shocked. I caressed her folds. "Come on, pee," I urged her. She bit her lip. I kept caressing her gently, back and forth, and just when I thought that she wouldn't obey me, I felt warm urine wash over my hand. I kept rubbing my hand into her, almost purring with contentedness. When the last trickles dribbled down my hand, I again washed her thoroughly and led her into my bedroom. "Let me dry you," I said, taking up a towel. I manoeuvred her into a squat and started rubbing the towel into her pussy. She took it for a minute before trying to move away. I let her. "Lie on the bed," I directed. "I... have to go home," she hedged. "Ananya, I have to apply something on your pussy," I told her. "It was your first time and you are so delicate. It was rubbed raw. It is red like the flesh of a watermelon. I have to put ointment on it," I stated. She reluctantly moved over to the bed and lay down. I again spread her legs as wide as I could and gazed at my fantasy. It was exactly as I imagined it. The combination of innocence and wantonness all in the young girl. I took up a tube of ointment and situated myself between her legs. Taking a liberal amount, I started spreading it on her. As my fingers kneaded the greasy liniment into her softness, I felt like seducing her all over again. I looked at her young face with her eyes closed and her lashes against her flushed cheeks. Her shirt was still gaping open and her legs were laid open again to my ministering hands. This time I just couldn't wait to go the slow way and just slipped a finger into her immediately. She inhaled sharply but didn't give any other indication of the intrusion. I started sliding my finger in and out of her in slow strokes. She lay still and pliant. Innocent Ananya Ch. 01 I felt the overwhelming need to throw my clothes off and stripped as quickly as I could out of my jeans and t-shirt. My underwear went flying and in record time, I was buck naked. Ananya gave no indication that she was aware of my nakedness. She was just lying there with her eyes closed and legs open like I had left her. That was fine by me. I resumed my position between her legs and inserted my finger into her again. This time, there wasn't any reaction. I slid my other hand down to my cunt and entered myself too. This time we would come together. I started pumping my hands in and out, increasing the rhythm hard and fast. I was so close and I knew I wanted release. Just seeing the virgin from my dreams laid out in front of me was enough to get me off but I tried to time myself so that I didn't come too fast. I timed our thrusts exactly so that my finger was plunging into her at the same time as I was driving into myself. My fingers were buried in wet pussies, making squelching noises as I drove in and out expertly. I felt my pleasure building, rising, filling me and spilling over even as I tried to hold myself back. I couldn't. With a cry I buried my finger into Ananya as I convulsed around my other hand buried deep into me. My eyes locked on my hand inside her tight pussy as my tremors rocked me. As I regained my breath, I saw that I was still in her. I pulled out my hand and spread her pussy lips open with my hands. Taking my cum, I spread it onto her cunt and rubbed it in. "Sweet girl," I whispered. Then I lay down next to her and took her into my arms. She came willingly, cuddling into me. I slid my hand down between us and wriggled it between her legs, as she moved to let me. Cupping her warm pussy, I held her to me. I smiled, contented. Ananya was mine. * * * * * Author's note: I hope you enjoyed the story. Please don't forget to vote and leave comments on it. Innocent Ananya Ch. 02 After taking Ananya's virginity, I looked forward to the next time I could have her body. The next few times we met, it was in public or when her parents were present. I just smiled at her and got a shy answering smile in return. I thought she would be nervous or tense around me but the girl seemed to have liked what had transpired. I took comfort from that and cornered her in their kitchen when I went to visit them one day. I pulled her to me with my hands on her waist. "You have not visited me for a long time," I said in a low voice. "Why?" "Babli didi, I just... I didn't know..." she stuttered. "Didn't know what?" She kept quiet, just staying still in my embrace. I moved my hand to her buttocks and caressed her through her dress. I cupped her soft ass in a hand and started kneading it. "I want to touch you again like I did last time," I murmured. "I can't do that here. I want you to come into my house this evening. There I will undress you and open your legs wide open and..." I trailed off suggestively. "You will come, won't you, Ananya?" She nodded quickly. "Good. Now give me a kiss to seal the bargain," I commanded. She raised troubled eyes to mine. "Didi, what if someone comes in?" "So do it quickly," I said and took her sweet pink lips up into a kiss. After kissing her thoroughly while my hand roved over her bottom, I let her go and stepped away. "See you in the evening," I reminded her as I turned and walked away. That evening, true to her word, Ananya came to my house. As soon as she was in, I pulled her into the bedroom. I didn't want to waste any time. "Take off your clothes," I ordered. She hesitantly started unbuttoning her blouse. I started to strip out of my clothes too. I had mine off before she had even taken off her blouse, so I went over to help her. I stripped her quickly and finally she was standing in my room, blessedly naked. I took her small breasts in my hands and squeezed. "Ah Ananya, you are like such a drug," I told her as I fondled her breasts. "I can't get enough of you. I sat her down on the edge of my bed and stood in front of her. Grasping her behind the head, I pulled her to myself. "Suck on my breasts," I said, offering her my mounds. She placed her hands on my waist and leaned down to fasten a mouth around my nipple. Her tentative pulls felt like a small child was trying to get his first taste of a breast. Not like the aggressive torture I was used to with my other lovers. I cupped my breast and fondled it as she suckled me with her sweet mouth. Eventually I moved my hands down to her small breasts and started playing with them. I kneaded the soft rise of her breasts and gently rolled her nipples around in my fingers. Nudging her onto my other breast then, I pulled her hard against me so her face was pressed against me. I felt so good. She continued suckling and lapping at my nipple and I again moved down to pinch her nipples. As I took one soft pink nipple in my hand and squeezed, Ananya suddenly stopped sucking and cried out in a soft voice. I loosened by grip and then again squeezed hard. "Aahhh," she cried again. "Yes, sweetie. I am going to pinch them raw, so that when you go back home from here, you are branded by me," I told her. She winced but didn't say anything. "Keep sucking" I told her and she got back to it. And I got back to pinching her nipples. I had no doubt that she hadn't had anyone touch her so roughly as I knew I had been the first to touch her intimately, even the first to kiss her. So the torture I was inflicting on her was definitely going to leave an impression on her untouched flesh. "Okay, lie back on the bed," I instructed after I had my fill of her wet mouth on my nipples. She hurried to do as I instructed. When she was flat on her back on my bed, I saw that her nipples were pointing straight up and red due to my ministrations. I smiled to myself. "Spread your legs, Ananya," I said. She slowly bent them at the knees and then spread them apart. She was glistening wet down there, just as I wanted her. A sparse growth of short hair covered her mound, contrasting nicely with her creamy skin tone. She was so beautiful. And so innocent. And completely mine to do with as I wished. I settled myself between her spread legs and cupped her offering. Her juices flowed as I parted her pussy lips and slid my hand up and down her slit. She had her eyes closed and her breathing was getting heavier by the minute. I didn't waste any time in inserting my middle finger into her. As it disappeared up to my knuckle, I felt Ananya struggle and moan. I placed my other hand on her belly and pushed my finger all the way into her tightness. She let out a soft cry and her eyes flew open in the sharp discomfort of the intrusion. "Shhh," I soothed her. "It will be okay as soon as I start fucking you." I held her eyes as I started driving my finger in and out of her. She still squirmed a bit as it was still her second time and I knew she was feeling more than a little sting at the invasion. I just increased the pace and pumped harder. With my other hand, I played with her little clit, rubbing it against her pelvic bone. In a matter of minutes, I felt her body loosen itself as her hips started to buck to my ministrations. "Yes, Ananya, feels good? Yes, let me fuck you," I said softly as I encouraged her to her orgasm. The girl responded beautifully and rocked herself to my hand. Faster and faster as I fucked her, she met each drive. As her orgasm rushed over her, I felt her pussy contracting around my finger, convulsing and shuddering as I buried it deep into her and let her ride her high. When it was over, I pulled out my wet finger and brought it to my mouth. Her taste was salty and sweet. Just as I thought it would be. I licked my finger clean, then bent down to her cunt to lap up the juices there. I opened up her pussy lips and swirled my tongue around, kissing and licking her centre eagerly. I was hooked onto her taste. Finally, I felt my pussy screaming for attention. It was time I was pleasured by her too. I moved up to her and situated myself with my legs on either side of her face, I saw confusion on her pretty face and I lowered myself over her. "Suck my pussy," I instructed her. Without giving her a chance to answer, I lowered myself fully onto her face. I felt her open lips touch my cunt. Using two fingers down there, I opened myself to her moist mouth. It felt like heaven! She sucked me, again, just like a child would. Soft, little suckles. Tentative. Shy. I groaned and ground myself on her face. Her nose hit my throbbing clit and I pushed myself into that. I didn't have a care even if I was suffocating her; she had me drugged by her innocent behaviour. Her hands were now on my ass as she touched me lightly. Her mouth was still sucking me and her little tongue was lapping at me. I kept moving myself into her, grinding into her mouth and tongue. With a hand, I started circling my clit, building my arousal up. "That's good, Ananya, use your tongue. Make it hard and stick it into me," I moaned. The girl did as she was told. Her hard tongue snaked into me as I slid over her mouth and my hand continued to furiously frig myself. It was exquisite. I was being sucked of by Ananya, who I had dreamt about having for months now. She was finally under me, completely naked, servicing me. I was riding her face. Her lovely, innocent face that called me didi. I looked down and saw her lying under me, pleasuring me. I cupped a hand under her head and pulled her to me as I ground down into her. I pushed myself against the girl, rubbing myself furiously. It was not long until I came, arching over her for a long moment as my orgasm thundered through me. I threw myself to the side on the bed and heaved as my breathing got to normal. When I turned to Ananya, I could see my juices coating the entire lower side of her face -- her mouth, nose, cheeks and chin were covered by my cum. "Lick yourself clean," I directed. As always, the dutiful girl obeyed. Her adorable pink tongue slipped out of her mouth and she licked all that she could near her mouth. Then she took a finger to the rest of the wetness and gathered it up, licking her finger clean in the end. When all the fragrant cum had gone, I rolled over to kiss her. It was something else to taste myself in her kiss. "Come with me," I said against her mouth. I got up and took her to the bathroom. "Sit," I instructed like the last time. When she was seated on the toilet, I moved to straddle her spread legs. My pussy was flush against her lower stomach. I hugged her head to my chest, and started to pee. Ananya gasped as the first drops of my warm urine started dribbling out and wet her. I pressed my cunt into her as much as I could and really let it flow. The urine was splashing directly against her stomach and flowing down it to her pussy and then down into the pot. I took my time modulating the flow so that I was bathing her in the warm stream for the longest time I could. Then when the last of it was squeezed out of me, I moved away from her and stood up. I cupped her pussy then as I had the last time. "Pee," I said. And like the last time, Ananya's strong current flowed through my fingers as I rubbed her cunt while she peed. When it was over, I washed her and then myself and we walked back to the bedroom. "It's almost time for dinner and I know you have to go home," I told her. "But there is one more thing I have for you today." "What?" she asked hesitantly. I walked over to the dressing table and picked up my lip gloss. I manoeuvred Ananya onto the bed and spread her legs. Gently pulling her pussy lips apart with a hand, I started inserting the lip gloss into her pussy. Ananya moaned. "Does it hurt?" I asked her. "A little, didi," she whimpered. I slid it in slowly and when it was all in, I grabbed Ananya's panties from the floor and dressed her in them. "I want this to be in you through dinner today, Ananya," I said, looking into her eyes. "I want you to feel your cunt full as you are sitting with your family. I want you to know what a little tease you are under that innocent face." Ananya looked up at me, uncertain. "And when you're done with dinner, when you go to sleep, I want you to take your panties off, take it out of your pussy and touch yourself until you reach orgasm, okay? I want you to pleasure yourself thinking about me." She shook her head yes. "Dress now, and go home." That night, all my thoughts were for my young neighbour. I pictured her sitting at dinner with her parents with my lip gloss buried in her cunt, squirming and uncomfortable, unable to take it out because I had told her it needed to be there. Tomorrow could not come too soon for me to ask her how the night had gone. * * * * * Author's note: I hope you enjoyed the story. Please don't forget to vote and leave comments on it. Innocent Ananya Ch. 03 I couldn't wait to hear the tale of how Ananya's night had gone. Last night I had pushed my lip gloss into her pussy and sent her home, with firm instructions that the item was not to be extracted until after dinner with her family. The whole of the night, as I pictured her with a full cunt, sitting in front of her family, my blood rushed warm and fevered through my body and by the time I was in bed, I was keyed up to such an extent that I frigged myself off to one of the best orgasms in my life. As soon as I got home from work, I knocked on my neighbours' flat and Ananya opened the door. "Is anyone home?" I asked her. She shook her head in a negative motion. "Then come with me," I said and taking her hand in mine, started pulling her towards my flat. "But wait," I said, stopping and turning. "Lock first." Ananya locked the door of her home and then I rushed both of us into mine, into the bedroom. I hurriedly stripped her. The girl stood still as I unbuttoned her blouse and slid her skirt down. I unhooked her bra and pulled it off then slid her panties down so she could slip out of them. Naked, Ananya just stood there until I motioned towards the bed. She climbed into the bed and lay down on her back. I lay down next to her on my side, propping my head on a hand and looking down at her young body. Hooking my leg between hers, I pulled them open. My hand unerringly cupped her warm pussy as a finger slid into the slit between her pussy lips. Ah, heaven. I contented myself by just touching her for a few minutes. Lazily, just rubbing my finger up and down against her. Her fragrant wetness began to flow and her breath was coming in shorter bursts when I finally readied myself to talk. "So how was last night?" I asked her, my eyes trained on her face. "Didi...." I saw her eyes flicker and a flush rise up on her features. The girl was shy! "Ananya, tell me," I said softly. "Did you do as I said?" She nodded immediately, eagerly. "Tell me exactly what happened," I prompted, still speaking soothingly. "Tell me, baby." Ananya sighed and wriggled a little. I closed my palm tighter on her mound and pressed down with my middle finger into her centre. "Mmmm, Didi." She arched up a bit and let out a slow breath. "I kept the lip gloss in like you said." "Details, Ananya." She swallowed and started, "When I went home yesterday night, I... it was... not comfortable. I mean, walking..." "No, it wouldn't be with a hard little object up your little pussy," I murmured. I manipulated my finger to her opening and slid it in, just halfway in. "I went home," she continued after a brief pause, "and dinner was almost ready on the table. Ma called me to lay the rest of the things on the table and so I went to help her. I walked from the kitchen to the table, bringing in dishes. Twice." She closed her eyes, remembering. "Then we all sat down." "You did?" Ananya nodded almost imperceptibly. "And how was it?" She was already flushed from embarrassment but at this, she went redder. I could feel the soft heat coming off her face and bent my head to take her pink lips in my mouth, sucking on the softness for a heartbeat before letting go. She looked like one of those illustrations of princesses in children's books. Sleeping beauty, with her eyes closed. "So?" I prompted. I wanted my naked princess to go on. She took two deep breaths, hesitating, maybe searching for words. "It... well, it was uncomfortable. But not just that. It just was... you know, not right. It was digging in. Inside." I started fucking her, inserting my finger in and out of her in slow languid motions. "I had to adjust it," Ananya whispered. "Right at the table?" I asked avidly. She nodded. "How?" I demanded. "Just put a hand under the table, under the skirt and into the panties and tried to dig it out a little bit. It was very uncomfortable," she said apologetically, "I wasn't taking it all out, just... adjusting a bit." "It's okay," I said. "As long as it was in you all though dinner." "Yes, all through dinner, it was so... incredible." I was finger-fucking her steadily now. I speeded up as I felt her pussy respond to me. "I had to sit leaning forward a little because that was the only comfortable way. And it was... I was...," she stopped, groping for words. "Wet?" She nodded. "It was pressing against me, you know?" I pressed my palm hard on her clit. "Like this?" "Unh, yes. I felt exactly like that. My... my stomach was fluttering all through and I was trying to behave like nothing was happening. Ma looked at me closely a couple of times but didn't ask anything. Baba was oblivious of anything to do with me as always," she said. "Throughout dinner, I kept rocking on it, you know?" She raised her pelvis slightly against my hand. I felt my pussy flood at the innocence in her voice and the wantonness of her action. I was fucking her quite hard now and I could feel her body responding even as she tried to keep her voice level and her manner calm. "By the end, Didi... when we finished dinner... I waited until Baba had gone away and Ma was in the kitchen before I got up." "Why did you do that, Ananya?" I asked her. "I was... wet." With that, she fell over the edge and moaned out her orgasm, falling apart around my finger buried in her. I milked her pussy until her high subsided and she was once more breathing evenly through the small quivers still running through her. "It was soaked, Didi," she continued, "My panties and my skirt too. There was a patch on the chair. I thought it's a good thing the seat was rubber, not cloth. I felt so ashamed." "Ashamed? Why?" I asked in astonishment. "If anyone had seen, it would be... what would I say?" she whispered. "But no one did, right?" Ananya nodded. "And was it only shame that you felt for that reason?" I prodded. My finger was still buried in her soggily tender cunt. I made a small interrogatory movement in her. She let out a small moan and shifted, not ready yet. "It was thrilling also. No one knew," Ananya continued. "I was afraid they would but no one could figure it out. It was like a secret, in public. It was like you were there..." she trailed off, shyness making it unable for her to continue her thought. "It was like I was in your cunt in front of your parents," I completed. She nodded. "So, I was also a little ashamed by that, you know?" "That you were being my slut in front of them?" "Yes," she whispered simply. I pressed my legs close together, my arousal making itself felt sharply. "Ah Ananya, you were such a good slut," I whispered. "I went to my room immediately after dinner," she went on. "I could not stay there like that." "Yes," I agreed. "And there, I took off my skirt and panties like you said... and took it out." "Were you very wet?" I asked, eager for details. She nodded. "Like now," I said softly in her ear. She was. Her orgasm had saturated her pussy with warm and gluey cum and it was all over my fingers and sliding off us. I pulled my finger out of her and brought it to my mouth, licking her salty taste off. Then I replaced my hand where it was, inserting two of my fingers in her this time. Ananya shifted to accommodate me and when I was firmly in her, she continued. "I lay down on the bed and... touched myself." I looked at her face, her eyes closed and her features schooled into innocent placidity. I didn't ask her anything; she knew I wanted details. "I spread my legs..." she began haltingly. "And touched myself. With my finger... on..." I ran my thumb lightly over what I thought she was trying to name. "Yes," she said. "Clitoris," I said. "Clit. Clitty." "C... clitty," Ananya stammered. I kept rubbing the object in question lightly. "After a while of that, I put in... with the other hand... a finger." "Was it awkward?" I asked her. Ananya's eyes flew open. "How did you know?" she asked curiously, then realization of how I would know flooded her face. She bit her lower lip and cast her eyes away from mine. I chuckled. "Yes, exactly," I said, amused. It was not easy for me to insert a finger in myself lying flat on my back and I knew through a few friends that it was a common enough issue. "It's easier if you sit up a bit, even all the way up with your legs spread if you want to put something in yourself," I told her gently. She wouldn't meet my eyes still. "So then?" I asked her, trying to get her to tell the story and forget the embarrassment. I started pumping my fingers in her a little harder, building the momentum up while I flicked her clit with my thumb. "Go on." "So it was hard to do that... put a finger in me, so I took it away. I just touched the... the clitty... and kept doing it." Her eyes had closed again and her breath was getting affected. "Were you thinking about me then? About what we had done?" "Yes," Ananya said on a sigh. "Ah, sweet girl," I said and bent to kiss her. Her moist lips parted beneath mine and I sucked on her tongue while my fingers pumped her sodden pussy. My thumb was on her clit, pressing, rubbing, caressing. Slowly I built the stimulation up, urging her to let go. And she did, clutching my wrist in a fierce grip like her cunt around my fingers as she made small mewling noises in my mouth, losing herself finally in the ecstasy. "Did you come? Then?" I asked her as shudders ran through her body from her current orgasm. "I don't know," she gasped out in a small voice. "It was nice... but... I'm not sure if I...." She shrugged. "Hmm... you'll get to recognize it in time, sweetie. Even the smaller ones, if they happen. The important thing is that you felt good, right?" I soothed. "Oh, yes," she said and smiled. "Good. Now come, let's get you cleaned up," I said. I was off the bed and guiding her towards the bathroom when I realized that I had not even taken my clothes off. I stripped quickly and we went into the bathroom. I took her to the shower cubicle and pulling her in with me, switched on the water. As the warm drops rained down on us, I took up the soap and washed her delicious nakedness, rubbing her generously all over. I made her return the favour. Her soft hands encircled my breasts shyly and she kneaded and pinched them at my urging. I placed my hands on hers and guided her, letting her learn the shape of breasts, placing them in her palms, pressing them into her hands and making her finger my nipples as they puckered up in response to the attention of her fingertips on them. Her hesitant touch then flitted down my stomach and between my legs. "Touch me like I touch you, Ananya," I directed, my voice heavy with need. Her first touch there was fleeting, fluttery. I moaned and titled my pelvis into her hand. "Harder," I said. "Put your hands on me, grip me down there." She obeyed, her timid touch coming to rest on my mound, cupping me. I felt like I would come right there, but I held myself back and moved myself slowly, back and forth. I gripped her hand then and held it to me, pressing myself into her palm. "God, that feels so good," I murmured, drugged by the pleasure running deep and heavy through every part of me. Small shivers ran down my whole body, just under my skin, and I didn't know how long I would last. "Put your fingers in me, Ananya," I said. She fumbled and I felt one lean finger enter me. "More," I said. I felt another join in and fill me. "Yes, now, in and out," I directed through a throat almost closed with desire. She took up the rhythm, slowly, but when the pressure of my hand on her wrist increased, so did her rhythm. "Yes, like that," I urged, my eyes closed and my legs spread wantonly with Ananya's fingers in me. I started rocking myself to her hand urgently and opened my eyes at last to see Ananya's eyes wide in her face, her lip caught between her teeth in a picture of such sweet concentration that I lost myself and disintegrated right then and there in a powerful burst, a small cry wrenching itself from my throat as I fought to hold myself upright while the hot deluge swamped over me, within me, through every part of me. When I had got myself back in hand and looked up, Ananya was just standing there, looking at me. Small streams of water were running down her body, lighted rivulets winding between her breasts, dripping off nipples, coursing on either side of her navel and disappearing between her legs. "God, Ananya, I can never have enough of you," I whispered as my body started once more on its way to arousal. * * * * * Author's note: I hope you enjoyed the story. Please don't forget to vote and leave comments on it.