A Whirlwind Life

Prologue

Money can buy you happiness – I ponder over this statement a lot these days.

I have so much money that I actually cannot count it. This house in which I live is huge – it has a swimming pool and a garden in which we used to have our parties. In the drive-way, there stand four swanky and imposing cars. The garden, which used to be looked after by a team of workers, now is neglected. Servants, who used to run about doing their chores, have gone. The pool has leaves floating in the water, and the cars are no longer gleaming. Dried leaves enjoy the breeze and have a field day in our garden.

It was not always so. These gardens and these pools had hosted the most glamorous parties in the city. We would get the richest people in the city, and the girls used to strut about in their high heels wearing flowing gowns or sarees. They were all slim and smart and stunning. Some of them had been struggling film stars and models. The men were all moneybags who used to pay huge sums of money to get an invite to our parties. They paid for the wonderful time they could have with the best girls, and all so discreetly.

The house had it periods of ups and downs. It had belonged to a film star of the past known for his parties, but sold out when his roles and his fortune had dwindled. We had renovated the first floor, which now had a large sitting room in which we held our parties, surrounded by luxurious rooms where the guests could retire with their chosen ladies.

Today, there is nobody to enjoy the wonderful house or its luxuries once again. I just don’t know what to do with it. I can sell it and go somewhere – but where? I just hold on to it because I don’t have answers. But let me tell you how we reached here.

School

My story starts from school. When I reached senior classes, our interest in our bodies and in our bodies had peaked. Our hormones had started playing games. Boys were becoming awkward and girls prettier. Our fantasies had been growing, and my pussy would become wet just watching a movie. It was a difficult time, in which I wanted so much but exactly what, I didn’t know.

There was an abandoned building on way to our school. It was rumoured it was haunted, so people stayed away. The windows and doors had been stolen, and the rooms were littered with stones and bricks. In some rooms there was evidence of drug use. My school friend Ria took me there to explore it. We ended up exploring much else.

Both Ria and me were childhood friends. We had started school together and were developing into very attractive girls. We were what people called “delicate” girls. We were both fair and had innocent smiles. We had learnt to shape our eyebrows. I had light grey eyes with a greenish tinge while Ria had large brown eyes that looked deep into you. I had shoulder length hair which I kept tied in a ponytail or a braid, while Ria had shorter hair, which was also was kept tied. Both of us looked innocent, untouched girls. Our fingers were small and neat, and felt like feathers. Our nails were short but well rounded. Ria had a wonderful tilted smile that could melt hearts. An irregular tooth added to the beauty of her smile, which had men swooning. Her hair fell across her face which gave her the impression of being a child. I too had a baby look and had earned the name of being ‘the delicate one’ because I was all dainty and fair and soft, quick to tears. Our looks were praised by people. The boys in our school, and even the male teachers, wanted to protect us, so innocent we looked, but we helped each other to avoid them. We were inseparable.

In the decrepit building, we showed each other our breasts. We both had full, round virgin breasts, which we both felt with our hands. Ria’s nipples were hard and she sighed when I pinched them. Ria too pinched me in return and I felt a wave of electricity in my body. Our hands explored each other’s bodies. I ran my fingers in Ria’s underwear and reached her vagina, which was wet and smooth and inviting. First, I tried one finger: it faced no resistance. In fact, the body moved forward to push my finger in. She sighed with pleasure. I increased it to two, then three, and then four fingers. “Move it,” sighed Ria. “Fuck me.” I fucked her with my fingers while she cried with joy. When her fingers entered me, I yelped with pleasure and urged her to do more.

“I never knew you could take four fingers in your cunt,” I told her as walked back home.

She smiled coyly. “You too took in four fingers. Our bodies are made for only big cocks, it seems!”

“I wonder how it would be like to fuck a real boy. Is it big? Will it pain?"

“It is big and I suppose it pains for the first time. But I have heard that once you do it, the hole becomes wider and it becomes easy and enjoyable.”

“I would love to really fuck a boy. But these boys are so noisy and troublesome. They will brag about it and the whole school will know.”

“Yeah. One has to look for a boy who is not from school, and moreover, he must be able to keep it a secret.”

“Does such a boy exist? Though if he does, I would fuck him all day!”

We tried to visit the abandoned building as often as we could, but it was not very much, since drug addicts were there some days and we were scared of them. We also had to give the slip to prying eyes. We didn’t care about our clothes catching the dust or the utter disrepair of the building, but looked forward to finger fucking each other whenever we got a chance. We would kiss and lick each other’s breasts and finger fuck each other. The hardest was keeping it all a secret, not telling anyone.

School finished, and we went to college. Our sexual escapades slowed down because the building was no longer on our way. But we managed to finger-fuck each other whenever we had the chance. Sometimes we used a carrot to fuck each other. This went on for a while. After some months, Ria asked me, “Listen, how would you like a real experience? My cousin is visiting us next month for about twenty days. We could have fun with him.”

“No, no, I am scared. What if we become pregnant? Keep the boy away, let us be happy with each other.”

But the idea would not go away.

“You know last year he had come and we really had a lot of fun. He would suck our breasts and finger us nicely till we cried. Anyway, this year he has promised to bring protection and we really look forward to get fucked daily.”

“We? What do you mean? Who is we?”

“Oh, my sister and myself. I forgot to tell you. I could never imagine my elder sister, so prim and proper and so well behaved, could actually fuck someone. I mean, you couldn’t think of her that way. She keeps telling me to control myself, but it turns out that she too likes to be fucked!”

“How did it start?” I asked her. “How did he approach you? He’s your cousin, after all!”

“His family comes every year to stay with us for a month or so. We used to play and quarrel as children. Last year when he had come, we were playing carrom one day. We were sitting on a bed. My elder sister and I sat on opposite sides, while he was in the middle. We played a few rounds and then we were too tired, so we flopped down on the bed where we were sitting. I pulled the covers and closed my eyes.”

“After a while I felt a hand on my body,” she continued. “It slowly explored my stomach and went to my breasts, over my clothes, feeling my tits. I held my breath, pretending to be asleep. The hand then found an opening in my blouse and went right inside my dress. I sighed when it reached inside my bra. I held my breath as it circled my breasts and nipples. I can’t tell you wonderful it felt! My whole body was hot and welcoming. I was getting all wet down there. When the hand moved down, the fingers went in easily, thanks to the practice we’ve had. I turned and sighed. But I could hold it no longer. With my eyes still closed, I extended my hand slowly to the body next to me, and I gingerly let it explore it. It went down in his under-wear searching for what would be there and found it, and I was shocked to feel that a hand already clutched it! Startled, I opened my eyes only to see my sister sighing away loudly. When our hands touched, she too opened her eyes and smiled at me. Both our hands felt his penis in turns, going up and down. Our shame had fallen away. My cousin fucked us then – first my sister, then me - with his fingers. He wanted to put his penis in us, but despite our rising desire, we refused – who wanted to become pregnant? We helped him jerk off using our hands and tongues. It was quite messy. He would lick our pussies and finger-fucked us whenever he could, and we used our tongue to satisfy him. It became a regular feature. We both cried when he went away. Now he’s going to come again this year.”

“How did it feel, when he licked you down there?”

“Oh, I can’t put it in words. My body felt as if it had been hungry for his touch all these years. I felt I was going to explode!”

“You mean you put his thing in your mouths! Ew, how disgusting is that!”

“It was fun. You try it and you will want it too.”

“But he’s already into the two of you, literally speaking. Why would he want me?” I asked.

"You are such a delicate darling. He will surely like to screw you too,” she said. "Besides, these dogs will get into whatever they can!"