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How an Old man took my virginity-1


I’m Madiha . I want to share the experience of how I lost my
virginity in one of the most unlikely circumstances. This happened
around 7 years ago.We had a marriage of one of my cousins in my native
village.But,since I had my practicals just the day before which I
cannot skip. My father stayed with me ,while my mother and younger
brother went to the function a week earlier.Our native village was a
10 hr journey from my place by bus,but my father decided to drive in
our car as it will be faster than a bus.

I finished my practicals successfully and came home to get all the
jewellery and dresses for the wedding.We began the uneventful journey.
We stopped midway in a hotel and had a nice dinner.My father asked me
to sleep as I need to be fresh for the marriage in the morning.I was
sleeping while my father was driving through the dark forests.

Suddenly,I woke up with a loud thud .Our car got broke down at around
12:10 am in the midnight in the middle of the forest,plus it was
raining heavily.Since it was a forest route,not many vehicles come
during night.And of course,we didn’t have any signal in our
cellphone.So,we can’t inform anyone about our problem.Our only hope
was to wait till someone arrives,which could take till morning.My
father could locate a light in the darkness.We were hopeful that it
was a police outpost .Furthermore,our car was broken in the middle of
the road,it was possible for someone to hit it in the dark.So,we both
got down and started pushing the car to the side of the road.After
pushing the car,we went towards the light.
By the time,we reached to the place,we were totally wet.To our
dismay,it was a not an outpost,but a house.We knocked at the
door.After few minutes,we heard a raspy female voice “Who is
it?”.

“I’m sorry,but our car broke down.Could you please help us?” My
father replied.

There was a silence and then the door opened and the old woman allowed
us in.There was an old man standing there with a huge axe in his
hand.I assumed,it was just to protect in case we were some kind of
robbers.The couple were around 50s or 60s. The old man was
tall,dark,thin and had a huge white beard.He was wearing an old white
lungi and no shirt.The woman was frail and looked much older than the
man,due to her lack of physical strength.Anyway,when I looked around
the house,I thought what was the fuss with the axe and all.There was
nothing to steal from that house. It was just a one room house.On one
corner,an old saree was tied diagonally for a make-shift bathroom.
There was a kerosene stove in the other corner.There was no
electricity in the house,but it had 1 petromax lights and the fire
from the coals They had a coir bed in the middle of the house.There
were few big wooden boxes which had their belongings.I doubt if a
thief can find anything worth more than a 100 rupees in there.

My father explained our situation.The old man kept listening and in
the end,he said that in the morning,he will take father to the local
village where we can summon the mechanic. My father said that’s not
possible as he wants to do it immediately and asked the old man to
accompany him. The old man said he can’t do as he has knee joint
problem and needs rest or else he will collapse in the middle.My
father was very angry,but he controlled it and said if he could tell
him the directions,then the old man said its not advisable as a single
wrong turn in the path would lead him to deep into the forest. Then
the woman started interrupting him in their own language we couldn’t
understand. The old man began shouting back at her and then he
mellowed his voice and kept talking for sometime. We were just
watching them talk and then she nodded.
The old man now looked at my father and said that There is a 24 hr
mechanic shop just along the road,but its close to 2km.If there was no
one in the shop,wait for sometime.they might have gone home to have
food or something.My father borrowed the umbrella and torchlight from
him and went to search for the mechanic shop.

After my father left,the woman said that I was totally wet and asked
me to change the dress or else I will catch cold. I told her that I
had no other dress right now.She said I can use her saree. I never
wore a saree except during the school annual day and it took my Mother
an 1 hr to dress me up.I sheepishly said I don’t know how to wear a
saree. She said,its not a problem as she will help me.

She took what I assume was the cleanest saree she had and pulled me
behind that curtain which led to their stinky bathroom which had an
old bucket and mug and brought the light.I need to tell u that during
that time,I wasn’t as slim as now but a little chubby not not
exactly fat.I had the look of a child,though I had a nice 34-32-35
size.Plus I was outgrowing my B size bra and was going to switch to C
cup soon.

She asked me to strip down everything including my bra and panties
saying u shouldn’t wear wet dresses. After I removed the last bit of
my cloth from my skin.She shined the light in front of me and looked
at me top to bottom.She said that I have a nice body. I was too
embarrassed by her statement.But I didn’t know what to do. She then
asked me to tie the petticoat and blouse.I didn’t have any problem
with the petticoat and certainly,her blouse didn’t fit even a bit
and I didn’t want to damage this woman’s prized possession.

I said its not working,so I will wear back my churidar.She said,not to
worry,but wear the saree without a blouse.I said its too revealing.She
chided telling that many women in village do that and besides,we’re
in the house and nobody will look at her.She said she will tell her
husband to turn around when I comes out.She then started shouting in
indistinct language to her husband. Her husband laughed aloud and then
shouted back to her.She then made me dress up like that.I suggested to
at least wear the bra,but she said,its wet and tying a wet cloth
across chest will only cause cold.

When I came out,the old man was facing in another direction,completely
not seeing.The woman gave me a blanket asked me to sleep on the
bed,while they slept on the floor. They lowered the light from
petromax to the bare minimum.The tiredness caught me and then I was
sleeping well.

As I was sleeping,I suddenly started feeling cold.Maybe the blanket
fell down,but I was so tired to take the blanket..Then I felt chill
air blowing on my body.The saree had parted away and my bare breasts
were exposed to the chillness,still I was numb enough not to cover
myself.Then I felt something touch my breasts,then I could as if it
was kissing my nipples.I sheepily tried to brush it off,but I hit on
something hard.I lost my sleep in a moment and opened my eyes.I saw
the old man on top of me sucking at my nipples.He had already parted
off my saree and I was literally topless in front of him.

“What are you doing??” I shouted.I tried to push him off.It caught
him off balance and he was almost thrown but he immediately caught one
of my hands for balance.Before I could recover,he had his other hand
clutching my hands tightly.His clutch was like an iron handcuff and it
stopped the blood circulation.I couldnt even move my hands