0 comments/ 18794 views/ 4 favorites The Naughty Autobiography Ch. 01 By: mythila Fantasies are my greatest forte. Ever since I was young, my mind would often occupy itself with varied desires that played out wild acts of intimacy that would border on taboo. Society only offers you so much freedom to act on instincts. I was raised in a strict household where even having the thought of sex would equate to sinning of the highest level. For most of my school life, I'd lived in various convents and thus never had a boyfriend until I was in college. How I longed to have a boyfriend like the heroines in the bollywood movies, to be held and kissed and to experience love. And maybe get to bring some of my fantasies to life. It was with the greatest amount of hesitation that my conservative parents allowed me to get into a college in Mumbai. Being from a small town in rural Punjab, there weren't many good institutions in around the area and it was after much persuasion from my aunts that I was finally allowed to go there although it was a women's college. They spent a good month and a half warning me of the "dangers" of urban society and the considerably low moral standards that prevail. This only served to heighten my anticipation and before long, I was in Mumbai, free at last! I had no relatives to keep an eye on my activities and only had to lie to my parents about my whereabouts once a week when I'd call then on the weekend. The moment my father returned to our village after coming to help me settle down, I set out to become a whole new person and was quick to shed my village girl tag. The first thing I did was set out to upgrade my wardrobe to Mumbai's standards. I picked up the tightest jeans and the shortest tops. The was even a tiny blue pleated skirt that caught my fancy although I never thought I'd have the guts to wear something that small, barely covering my bare thighs. I was worried my large bottom would be visible. That night in my tiny hostel room, I tried them all on, modeling them in front of the full length mirror. Although the skirt wasn't as bad as I'd expected, it was still too short for my taste. During the first two days I'd made several friends from the classes and my hostel but all of them were women. Many of them were like me, from villages across the country and were equally determined to shed that "behenji" (country bumpkin) tag. Although most of the girls at the hostel were friendly, several of the seniors tended to bully the freshers. A popular activity across most colleges in the country, it was tradition for the juniors to obey the seniors for the first month or two and many a time it tended to get out of hand. Within the first week of my joining the hostel, the newcomers were identified and the bullying had begun in full swing. On morning as locked my room door and headed towards the common bathrooms, I was suddenly shocked to see about ten to twelve girls, kneeling on the floor with their hands up and not a thread of clothing on their bodies. Walking between them were three of our seniors, one of them talking to the group of juniors while the others were laughing and poking jokes at their naked bodies. Before I could turn around and leave, one of them spotted me and shouted out for me to approach them. Gripped in fear of disobeyed them and earning their wrath, I complied by walking towards the group of kneeling women, already accepting my fate. I was ordered to strip down completely and join the others. "What's your name and where are you from?" said one of them. "Mythila...from Chisti" I muttered under my breath.Tears streaming down my cheeks, I removed all my clothes, leaving just my panties on. This was construed as an act of defiance and only angered the seniors even more. "Someone thinks they're special huh?" screamed a senior as she approached me. "You think crying is going to save you? Just for this, you can expect some special treatment for the rest of the year! That is what you want, isn't it?" she asked in rhetoric while one of her friends approached from behind and tugged my panties down. Keeping my legs together to preserve some sense of modesty served to give them even more ideas. I could feel a foot push its way between my ankles and spread my legs until they were at least two feet apart. Then a hand cupped my left ass cheek while the girl in front laughed at me as I covered my crotch and breast with my hands. "Such nice and big ass cheeks, like big watermelons!" said the girl behind me as her friends all laughed in unison. She now had both her palms cupping my ass cheeks, grinding and spreading them. This was the first time I was being touched by someone so intimately and I felt violated. I wondered how she could get herself to do something like this. "Hold your hands above your head and do ten sit ups!" the girl in front of me ordered as she moved closer to me, her face inches from mine. I immediately complied, raising my hands up and pulling my large breasts taught, making my nipples poke outwards even more. Dark brown and rather large, they stood erect from the cool breeze and the massaging of my ass. The action of having my ass cheeks kneaded and spread apart was making my blood rush down to my pussy and I was quite aroused. Looking down at my nipples, the girl in front of me moved back a step and reached forward to pinch them. Pulling them gently towards her, she looked at me with a taunting smile, trying to gauge my reaction. "I think this one is actually getting turned on", she said and before I knew it, I could now feel a finger from the hands behind me snake its way through my folds before briefly slipping into my warm hole. "You're right", said the voice behind me, bringing her hand over my shoulder towards the girl in front of me. All of us stared at the finger pointed out, slick and glistening as it was coated with my juices. Even the girls who were kneeling down looked up at the finger and then at me as even more tears streamed down. I couldn't get myself to say anything, for fear of making things even worse. Laughing at my expense, they proceeded to taunt me even more. "You like being touched, don't you?" said the girl in front of me, her fingers still pulling on my nipples. Before I knew it, she let go of one nipple only to reach down between my legs and cup my hairy mound. The sensation of being touch there was a little overwhelming and I gasped as the hand made contact with my wet pussy. "So much hair! Why don't you ever trim it?" she teased as she slipped two fingers into me, the base of her palm rubbing against my clit. I continued to look down in shame and didn't respond to her questions. The hands behind were back to massaging my ass cheeks and the dual stimulation was getting me really worked up. With my legs still spread wide, the girls had easy access to my girly regions and ironically, I was starting to lightly favour the situation I was in. My arms began to hurt but I kept them up without complaining. "Let's shave her" suggested the third girl as the other two laughed and agreed. Although she hadn't put her hands on me so far, she was clearly enjoying the sight of me getting tormented. Looking at my clothes lying on the floor, I longed to put them back on and end this humiliation. "The rest of you can go! Come see us after classes!" said the one in front of me, clearly in command as she dismissed the group, looks of relief on their faces. Now it was just them and me, standing in the hallway as they discussed where they could take me. Soon I was being led to one of the girls' rooms further down the hall. As the door was opened, I was roughly pushed inside before the rest followed, bolting the door behind them. A towel was placed on the floor and I was pushed down on it. Sitting down on the damp fabric, I hugged my knees as they fished out some hair removal cream from the cupboard. "Spread you legs and sit!" one of them shouted at me as the three of them approached and kneeled in front of me. My arms were pushed away and two of them moved to either side of me, taking old of my ankles and pulling them apart till me legs were spread as wide as possible. I looked down in shame as they eyed the thick patch of hair between my spread legs. "We'll need to cut it first", said one of them as she got up to get a scissor. Resuming her position in front of me, she combed though my bush with her fingers before proceeding to chop off thick tufts of my pubic hair. The other two, still firmly holding my legs apart stared at my crotch as the bush lost more and more of its thickness, revealing parts of my light brown pussy lips. After cutting most of it off, she cleared the hair and opened the small jar of hair removal cream. Scooping out a generous portion of the off-white cream, she lathered it all around my crotch, getting a good feel of my pussy as she continued to rub the cream into the remaining hair. When she was satisfied, she wiped her hand on the towel below me and leaned back to look at my cream covered crotch. "Turn her over! Let's do her ass as well!" she told the other two as they proceeded to get me to shift and get on my hands and knees. Having given up hope by now, I got into that position, my ass now exposed to them. With two fingers, she scooped up more cream and rubbed it around my asshole. Scared to move, I remained in that position as the three of them took a quick break, sitting on the bed and lighting up cigarettes. After about ten minutes, one of them suggested that it was time and they resumed their positions around me. Using some old rag, my ass and pussy were wiped clean of the cream before the rag was dampened to clean it up completely. I could feel cool air touching the bare sensitive skin between my legs. "See how much better it looks! It's so smooth..." the dominant girl said as I could feel several hands gently rub and feel around my pussy. One finger was circling my asshole and even tried unsuccessfully to push its way into my ass. Making me stand up they admired the hairless cleft before telling me I can leave. "Join the rest of the girls after class! We have more plans for you, village girl! She said as they all laughed. Running out of the room, still naked, I picked my clothes off the hallway floor and got back to my room, bolting the door behind me. I looked down at my bare pussy and felt, for the first time the smoothness of the skin down there. My fingers could clearly define the wet lips as they traced their way through my folds. All worked up, I let my hand move around there as my other hand reached for my swollen clit and strummed it as I closed my eyes. I didn't need to fantasize about anything and before long I could feel an orgasm build up. Still standing at the closed door, my fingers worked their magic until I came hard, standing on my toes as the orgasm took over me. As it subsided, I came back down on my heels and my mind began to grasp what had just happened. "What a way to start my new life in the city", I thought to myself as I basked in the after glow of that delicious orgasm. The Naughty Autobiography Ch. 02 Shame can be both, a downer as well as a turn-on! It all depends on how you perceive it. As a result of the previous day's events where I was bullied and humiliated by my seniors, I skipped classes and stayed in my room the whole day. I was scared of having to go through it all over again yet that didn't stop me from masturbating several times. My mound was still smooth and I loved the feel of the skin as I kept running my fingers over it through the day. By late evening, my hunger pangs were starting to become unbearable and I decided to step out to the dining mess. I prayed that I wouldn't come across my seniors and hoped that none of the others who had seen me nude would recognize me. I sat by myself and gobbled down my meal before rushing back to my room. Before long, I was back in bed and felt that I might have the confidence to go to class the next morning. I was exhausted from all the masturbating and soon fell asleep. The loud knocking jolted me out of my deep sleep. Looking over at the small bed-side clock I noticed that it was barely 6:30 in the morning. The knocks now turned to furious banging and I instinctively got out of bed to open the door. Barely a moment after I pulled down the bolt, the door was pushed open towards me. I immediately froze, knowing who it was before I could see the person. It was one of the girls who had bullied me earlier. She walked in and made herself comfortable at the edge of the bed as she looked around at all my stuff strewn around. "Where have you been?" she asked, almost rhetorically. I was too stunned to reply. With the utmost confidence, she got up and pulled down her shorts. As she stepped out of them, I realized that she wasn't wearing any panties. She stood up straight and stared at me with a serious expression. I couldn't help letting my eyes take in the sight of her. She stood there wearing just a tight grey tee-shirt, her mound was neatly trimmed and her thick, milky-white thighs were slightly parted. She sat down on the bed and leaned her back against the wall as she spread her legs lewdly displaying her brown pussy lips and the pink flesh that it partly covered. I immediately knew what was expected of me but managed to feign ignorance in order to postpone the inevitable. With a curled finger she made the "come over" motion as she looked forward to my torture. Tears once again started to run down my cheek as I resigned to my fate, my feet carrying me forward towards the bed. She leaned forward and grabbed my head by a tuft of hair before guiding my mouth between her legs. Barely inches from it, I could smell the rancid odor of her sex and cringed inside realizing that she hadn't bathed yet. My face now mashed into her crotch, I mustered up enough courage to stick my tongue out and taste her mildly tangy juices. "Stick your tongue out and keep it that way" she ordered as she held my head with both hands and ground her hips up and down my face, my stiff tongue making its way through her moist folds. After what felt like ten minutes, she began to stiffen up and her breathing got heavy. She arched her back and raised her ass, pulling my face even harder into her slick crotch before she let go of my head and lay back with a look of complete satiety. Pulling a corner of my sheet, she proceeded to wipe her crotch before getting up and pulling her shorts back on. As I stood next to the bed with my head down, she walked up to me and stuck a hand down my pajama bottoms and cupped by bare crotch. She traced a finger along the crack before pulling it out and smiling as looked at me and sniffed it. "I might come back later. Don't lock the door any more! Is that clear?" she barked as she walked out the door. A week later and this treatment had become common practice. All three of them would come to my room at all odd hours, some times in twos or all three together, but mostly alone. I had already become used to getting raped by these girls every day, some times several times a day. I was required to perform cunnilingus on one while the other would play with my pussy although never bothering to get me off. Not that I wanted to but at times it felt right to expect it. I also started to go out more often. Some of my classmates were going to one of the malls in Bandra one weekend and so I decided to tag along. I was excited to get a chance to wear some of my new clothes and chose the mini-skirt on impulse. Traveling by Mumbai's buses was another thing that was new for me. I had never imagined being packed among so many men and women in a bus loaded three times its legal capacity. I was sure I could feel a hand or two get a quick feel of my ass or my tits from time to time but there was no way to tell who it was and soon I was getting used to it. I could even feel the hard bulge of the man whose crotch was literally glued to my butt. Feeling a bit naughty and realizing that I could get away with it, I ground my ass into his crotch every time the bus went over a bump or caused us to shift. He seemed to be getting into the game too as I could feel him press even harder into my fleshy bum, the length of his cock sliding up the length of my crack. I stuck it out towards him and before I knew what was happening, I felt a hand on the back of my bare thigh. It rubbed its way up to my ass and stayed under my skirt. I looked around to see if anybody else had noticed and was relieved to see that even my friends had no clue. The hand now cupped my bare bottom as it slipped under the left leg of my panty. The little finger was no more than a centimeter away from my asshole and I started to get wet. I stuck my ass out even further, prodding the stranger to take advantage of my horny state. Aroused, I now gained some more courage and reached back with my right hand and cupped his cock through his jeans. His finger now traced my pussy lips and slipped into my wet hole. It felt good to have a man's hands on me for a change. Soon a second finger slid into me and I found myself grinding against his fingers as he fucked me with them. I squeezed his cock through his pants as I felt the tension build up inside me. I badly wanted to unzip his fly but before I could do anything, the bus had stopped and my friends signaled for me to get down. As I moved away from him, he shoved a card into my hand while his fingers stayed inside me for as long as his hand could reach before slipping out. While making my way through the crowded isle, I pulled my skirt down before looking back to see if I could spot my mystery finger-fucker but all I could see was a crowd of faces. It was only when I got down that the cool air let me know that I was sopping wet and a drop of my juices had trickled down my thigh. I quickly wiped it off and proceed to read the card. I had to see him again! It turned out that his name was Akash and that he was a software engineer in a well known IT firm. I was thrilled to have finally met a guy in Mumbai. The following weekend I decided to call him. It took a certain amount of courage to dial his number. I wasn't sure how I was going to introduce myself and suddenly felt extremely shy. After a lot of thought, I finally called him. "Hello?" A serious voice barked, sounding annoyed. "Um...Hi!" I responded, realizing how stupid it might have sounded. His tone immediately sobered down upon hearing my feminine voice. "Hi! Who is this?" "Umm...I...er...we met on the bus...you gave me your card..." I said, a lump in my throat stopping her prematurely. There was complete silence at the other end as he realized who it was. "HI!" he said enthusiastically as if he never expected me to actually call. "I'm so happy you called!" he stated. "Ya, I'm a little embarrassed...I'm not sure what to say." I replied, hinting to him that he should take the lead here. "You shouldn't be! Where do you stay? I'd like to meet you again!" he said, sounding confident. After a brief exchange of words where he took down my address and decided to pick me up the following morning from the bus stand down the road, I disconnected and started wondering what to wear for our meeting. I settled down for a pair of tight jeans and a body-hugging tank top. After my bath the next morning, I dressed up and put on some makeup. I decided to skip the panties and the bra and noticed that my nipples were poking through the thin, silky fabric. I wanted to look as sexy as possible and pinched them from time to time. By 10 o'clock, I was at the bus stand and soon after, he picked me up and drove me to his place which wasn't too far away. The apartment complex where he stayed seemed to house a lot of singles who were probably from other cities and had come to Mumbai for work. As we entered his 3rd floor apartment, I immediately noticed the mess. Old newspapers, food cartons, and all kinds of garbage was strewn all over the hall. He showed me into his room which was completely bare save for a small cupboard and two mattresses on the floor. "Can I get you anything to drink? Some water or Pepsi? He asked. "Some rum would be nice! I stated and the corners of his mouth curved up into a sly, knowing smile. I've drunk alcohol only once before and didn't like it much. But today felt different and I wanted to make myself look modern. "I have some vodka if you'd like some!" he said and left the room before I could respond. Alone in the room, I sat down on one of the mattresses and suddenly realized that someone was in the bathroom when I heard the shower. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and this muscular guy walked out, completely naked. Even after noticing me he didn't bother to cover up and just stood there and smiled at me as he nonchalantly dried his hair with the towel. I couldn't help staring at his fat cock. Although it wasn't erect, it hung down pretty low. Behind it, his large testicles pushed his cock out a little. I suddenly realized that he had caught me staring at it and blushed. "Hi, I'm Rohan! He said as he continued drying his hair. "Hi, I'm Mythila!" I replied, looking down at the ground. Even after Akash came back with our drinks, Rohan remained naked as he looked though the cupboard. I stared at his bare ass as I sipped my drink before Akash brought me back. "I see you've met my perpetually naked roommate, Rohan" he said, addressing Rohan even though he was looking at me. "Yes I have!" I said as I stole another glance at his nude form. "I hope you don't mind it! There's no point in having a cock this size if you can't show it off once in a while!" he winked as he held his cock in his right wrist. "Stop showing off, you horny cunt!" Akash said, jokingly. "So I hear you're new to Mumbai!" Rohan stated as he turned around and faced me. "Yes I've been here for three weeks now!" I said, trying not to stare at his cock and failing miserably. "Maybe you should have a closer look!" Rohan said before walking up to me. I was even more shocked and didn't know how to reply as I looked to Akash for some help. Akash was grinning as Rohan stood right in front of us, his cock a few inches above my face. At this proximity, I could notice the tip of his pink head peeking out from the foreskin. Rohan laughed before turning away. He finally put on some clothes and said he was heading out for a while and would let us get down to our business. We spent the reminder of the morning drinking at talking. By lunch I was pretty tipsy and didn't stop Akash from getting a quick feel of my breasts and legs every now and then. Eventually I had loosened up considerably and some heavy petting ensued. He peeled down my jeans and went to town on my pussy, spreading my thighs with his hands as he lapped away at my folds. Although I was enjoying having him down between my legs, my mind was pre-occupied with he sight of Rohan's cock. Soon he had me on my back and started to mount me. The feeling of his penis sliding into me was ecstatic and I immediately grabbed his butt and pulled him into me. We were going at it furiously and after a while I was on top of him, my back arched as I humped his cock, my breasts pressing into his chest. All of a sudden I could feel a finger trace the line between my crack until it stopped at my puckered asshole. I longed for it to slide into my ass and before I knew it, I could feel the tip of it poke into me. Suddenly the finger pulled out and was replaced by what felt like the tip of a cock. It didn't make any sense as I already had Akash's medium-sized albeit delicious penis up my pussy and I immediately stopped and looked over my shoulder. There was Rohan, kneeling behind my exposed ass. He had a small jar of Vaseline in one hand while he was using the other to hold his dick in place. Although I felt a little violated, I was thrilled that Rohan was finally back and made no attempts at stopping him. But before he could put it into my ass, I could feel Akash tense up under me and soon after, his cock twitched and spasmed, squirting his warm load deep inside me. Rohan realized this and backed off, sitting on his haunches as he continued to admire my spread ass cheeks. Once Akash was done, he motioned for me to get off him, not showing the least bit of surprise when he saw Rohan. I figured this was something they planned and probably did a lot. I lay down on my back as Rohan knelt at my feet, staring at my pussy. I was at the heights of being horny and rubbed my clit as he stared at my fingers. I spread my legs wide, inviting him to come forth. He moved forward and knelt between my legs, his cock now even bigger and dangling down temptingly. I reached for it and pumped it a couple of timed before positioning the head at my opening. It was certainly a lot thicker than Akash's cock, the head probably the size of a large plum. However, my pussy was too slick to offer any resistance and the moment the head touched my opening, it slid in. He gently pushed his cock into me until I could feel the head touch my cervix. Lying down over me, he kissed me as he took long, slow strokes, making my eyes roll back into my head. Unable to withstand the urgency to cum, I heaved my hips up at his crotch, prompting him to pump harder and faster into me and within minutes I could feel a massive orgasm building up inside. I continued to pull him into me and finally arched my back as waves of pleasure rode through me. He kept pumping into me until he came with a loud groan and collapsed onto my chest. He lay there till his cock softened up. When he finally got up, his wet limp cock slipped out with a pop and I lay there with my legs wide open, enjoying the after-glow of that delicious orgasm and the cool air running over my wet pussy. As I got up to go to the bathroom, thick loads of cum dripped down my inner thighs and down my legs. When I came back from the bathroom, both of them were lying on the bed, still naked and I understood that they weren't done with me. I spent the entire weekend there getting fucked by the two of them. I must have swallowed no less than half a glass of semen during that time. By the time Akash dropped me back at my hostel on Sunday night, my pussy was so sore I could barely walk. Since then, we've spent several weekends together, fucking each other's brains out. The girls still continue to rape me on a regular basis but my weekends with these two guys make up for all the crap I'm put through.