Brr! It’s cold! Bone-chilling cold. The weather is so cold that my fingers have gone numb. And my nipples stay hard and dry throughout the day.
The peculiar feature of North Indian cold is the mixed feelings it invokes in us. All through the hot, sultry summer, we long for the winter to set in. And when winter arrives, it brings such harsh cold weather that we want to get rid of it. Can’t live without it, but can’t withstand it either.
I have always found it difficult to get accustomed to the Delhi winter. So, in the 2nd week of December, I decided to apply for leave from work. And get out of Delhi for a week. To escape the cold for a few days.
But there was nowhere else to go. I ran out of options for a suitable destination to fulfil my dream of going on a mini-vacation. And finally settled on my ancestral house in the village. Located deep inside the heart of North India.
The 1st (and last) time I had travelled alone to my ancestral village house was in the summer a few years back during a Heat Wave. That trip changed me forever. Little did I know that history would repeat itself. And turn my world upside down this time, too.
Day 1
The 1st thing I noticed after arriving in the village was how cold it was. It was much colder than Delhi. I immediately realised my mistake. The cold wave had engulfed the entire North India. And villages were colder than cities.
Jeetukaka was extremely happy to see me. We met after a long time (Heat Wave being the last occasion). He welcomed me with open arms at the main door. Readers will remember him as the 45-year-old male caretaker of our ancestral property who stays alone.
He was wearing his usual white vest and colourful lungi, even in this biting cold. He gave me a hug that only he could give. Warm, tight, feeling up my butt with one hand and trying to grope my tits with the other.
“Chhoti Rani, you have grown up so much,” he scanned my entire body with his usual naughty eyes. “So big, so round.”
“What do you mean by ‘big’? I have not put on weight,” I replied with mild irritation. “I have the same height and weight as before. And what do you mean by ‘round’?”
His dirty stare was fixated on my boobs. I could sense what part of my body he referred to as ‘round’. This middle-aged man hadn’t changed a bit since we last met. He remained hairy and horny as ever.
“Aren’t you feeling cold? You are not wearing any warm clothes,” I asked him and pushed him aside. His large hairy paws were tentatively close to groping my breasts. I pushed my way past him and entered the house.
“The cold doesn’t bother me. I know how to keep myself warm,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye. “But I don’t understand why you are here, Chhoti Rani. Why would you visit in the middle of winter?”
“Well, I thought it would be warmer here than in Delhi,” I replied while unpacking my bags. “Evidently, I was mistaken.”
“Don’t worry. I will boil water for your bath,” he said. “Take a hot bath while I get busy preparing lunch.”
“Boil water?” I was surprised. “Don’t we have a water heater in this house?”
“No, Chhoti Rani. No water heater, no AC, no room heater,” he responded with a chuckle. “Nobody stays here except me, and nobody visits either. Why would we need these things? I certainly don’t.”
Bummer! No room heater either! How will I sleep at night? I will freeze to death. Did I make a mistake coming here?
Jeetukaka did boil a lot of water for me. It was enough to take a hot bath and make myself warm. I changed into a sweatshirt and sweatpants after a bath. And joined him for lunch.
“What are you doing these days?” asked Jeetukaka at the lunch table. “Have you found a boyfriend yet?”
“Yes. His name is Rohit. He stays in Jordan,” I replied.
“Jharkhand? Why so far? Couldn’t you find someone in Delhi?” he sounded surprised.
“Jordan! Not Jharkhand. Ha ha!” I burst out laughing. “It’s a different country.”
“A foreigner?” he frowned. “Why go for a foreigner when there are so many men in Delhi? You could have found someone worthy in this village, too.”
“And what could that man from this village have possibly given me?” I wondered aloud.
“Lifelong protection and lots of babies. What more do you want?”
“Girls these days want a lot more than that,” I felt irritated again. Jeetukaka remained as primitive as ever.
After lunch, I went to the roof to soak in some sunlight. I had bittersweet memories of this roof. This is where Jeetukaka used to oil his whole body, standing stark naked under the sun. And this is the place where he fucked me for the 1st time after oiling both my holes.
By dusk, the cold intensified. By nightfall, I started shivering. I put on a sweater on top of my sweatshirt, had a quick dinner, and jumped into the bed in my bedroom.
Jeetukaka knew of my sensitivity to the winter cold. He had arranged for 2 blankets and a quilt. But those weren’t enough. The room was cold, the bed was ice cold, and I started shivering even under those blankets and quilts.
“Jeetukaka, I am freezing,” I yelled in frustration and agony. He came running in his vest and lungi and stared at me in surprise.
“What happened, Chhoti Rani? Still feeling cold?”
“Yes. I can’t sleep,” I wailed. “My feet have gone numb. My toes are aching.”
“Give me 10 minutes. I will be back.” He left the room and reappeared soon. Holding a steel bowl.
“I don’t need soup,” I cried out. “You can have it.”
“This is not soup,” he showed me the inside of the bowl. “It’s warm oil. I will massage your feet with this, and you will feel much better.”
“You and your oil massages,” I blurted out. “You are obsessed with oil.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he removed the blankets and quilt from my body. And sat down near my feet to rub oil with his big, strong, hairy hands.
Within minutes, I had to eat my words. The feet rub with warm oil felt so good! My feet felt warm, my body felt warmer, and I slowly dozed off to sleep.
“I will come back soon to check on you,” he announced and switched off the lights. “Let’s keep the door open.” He left the room and went downstairs.
I felt so warm and cosy that I didn’t bother about the open door. I fell asleep soon after. Only to wake up suddenly in the middle of the night. Shivering and feeling cold again.
But what startled me most was the sound of light snoring. Like a buzz, a continuous droning noise, coming from right beside me. I could not see anything as it was pitch dark. But I could feel the presence of something, or someone, a couple of feet away.
I stretched out my hand nervously and instantly knew what it was. Hair. Dense, thick, curly hair. A hairy beast was in my bed! Lying right next to me!
“Jeetukaka, what are you doing here?” I shouted in shock. His hands moved, and he got up immediately. “You scared the shit out of me,” I added.
“I came to check on you as promised,” he replied sleepily. “I guess I fell asleep on your bed. Are you feeling cold again?”
“You cannot sleep on my bed,” I protested. “Not by my side, at least. And yes, I am feeling cold again.”
“That’s why I am here, Chhoti Rani,” he removed the quilt from my body slowly, “to keep you warm. You need body heat. Blankets will not help much.”
Saying this, he removed the 2 blankets and kept them at my feet. Then suddenly inserted his hand under my sweatshirt and began to rub my belly button. His warm, hairy paw felt like a heating pad on my cold skin. I was startled.
“Jeetukaka, what are you doing?”
“Making you feel warm,” he continued to rub my belly. Round and round. Slowly and softly. I felt warmer and stopped shivering.
Without warning, his hand then moved inside the elastic waistband of my sweatpants. As soon as it touched my pantyline, I sat up, my heart pounding loudly.
“Stop, Jeetukaka,” I protested, “you can’t do this anymore. I told you I have a boyfriend now.”
“So?” he grabbed my shoulders and made me lie down again.
“So, it is wrong,” I continued. “It is indecent.”
“Nothing indecent about keeping someone warm in winter,” he reinserted his large paw inside my sweatpants. “And the Jharkhand guy will never find out anyway.”
“Jordan,” I corrected him. “But that’s not the point. I don’t want to do this behind his back. It’s not right.”
“You worry too much, Chhoti Rani,” his hand was now rubbing my crotch through the panty. “I know what I am doing. Trust me, this is the best way to keep you warm.”
“But, I ….” before I could finish my sentence, he pulled down my sweatpants to my ankles. And fixed his gaze on my bright red Brazilian thong.
“How can this tiny little red thing keep you warm?” he grabbed the elastic band of my panty and pulled it down to my thighs in one swift motion. “In this village, women don’t wear such things. The men protect them from the cold.”
Before I could react, he started playing with my clit. His big, fat fingers flicked it, pinched it, and rubbed it. “This is the way we men keep our women warm in winter,” he said.
I must confess that his touch felt good. His fingers were the only things that were warm in that room. My shivering vanished in seconds. And I felt so horny that my legs opened up inadvertently.
“Your cunt looks swollen and plump as ever,” he said lustily and switched fingers. He used his thumb to rub my clit this time. And ran his middle finger along the length of my slit. Again and again.
“Wet and juicy as ever,” he pressed his middle finger on the opening of my pussy and slowly pushed it in. “You have the wettest cunt I have seen in my life. My finger agrees with me, too.”
“And you have the fattest finger I have ever seen,” I responded and parted my legs further. I was now wet with desire. The biting cold was gone, and I felt not just warm but hot. Jeetukaka’s filthy fingers had set my pussy on fire.
His thumb continued to stroke my clit till it was enlarged and erect. His finger kept shoving deep into my sloppy wet pussy. I lost all sense of shame and dignity. This is what I needed to escape the cold wave. A pleasure wave!
“Poch! Poch!” a dirty sound emanated from my slippery hole every time his finger plunged in. It made me equally aroused and ashamed. His finger and thumb movements had now turned vigorous. I began to moan loudly.
His relentless finger-fucking sent me into a daze. But I also managed to catch a glimpse of Jeetukaka’s crotch. There was a massive bulge inside his lungi, as if an angry animal was trying to jump out. That sight was enough to bring me to a climax.
I let out a loud moan, closed my eyes, curled my toes, and started squirting cum. My white juice came out with force as if a balloon had burst. It drenched Jeetukaka’s fingers and the bedsheet. He licked it off his fingers and stared at me in admiration.
“You have not changed at all, Chhoti Rani,” he gushed in awe. “You can still flood the entire bed. And your juice tastes exactly like before.”
“Thank you, Jeetukaka, for keeping me warm,” I replied in gratitude and satisfaction. “I can now sleep in peace.”
“You don’t need any of these,” he removed the sweatpants and thongs from my legs. “I will keep my finger inside your hole all night. That will keep you warm while you sleep.”
He kept his word. His fat finger slept inside my pussy the entire night. For the 1st time in my life, I slept without clothes or blankets or a room heater on a winter night. And I did not feel cold even for a second.
Day 2
The next day was as uneventful as the 1st, except when I went to take a hot bath. As usual, Jeetukaka had boiled water in advance. Just as I was about to enter the bathroom, he turned up with a bottle of oil.
“I don’t need an oil rub now. Thank you,” I told him and began to close the door. But he pushed his way in.
“It’s not for your body. It’s for your nipples,” he grabbed my boobs. “I saw you standing naked in front of the mirror this morning while changing your clothes. And I noticed that your nipples are dry and rough.”
“It happens every winter,” I replied embarrassingly. “But how come you were spying on me while I was changing? Very bad.”
“I was bringing your morning bed tea that time. The door was open, and I peeked inside. Not my fault.”
He didn’t waste any more time explaining his indecent behaviour. In one swift jerk, he pulled off my sweatshirt over my head. And in another swift motion, he unhooked my bra. My 34DD plump tits jiggled like 2 white juicy melons bouncing off the floor.
I love nipple rubs. Nothing turns on a girl like a sensuous nipple rub. Most men aim straight for the pussy when they see a naked girl. That’s a mistake.
In life, as well as in career, you start from the bottom and make your way to the top. In the case of a woman’s body, however, you have to start from the top and move gradually to the bottom. That’s the right approach.
Jeetukaka knew this fact. He rubbed my titties with oil like they had never been rubbed before. He kept pulling and tugging at my brown nipples till they were swollen and erect like cherries. They were coated in so much oil that his fingers kept slipping off.
“Where did you learn this from, Jeetukaka?” I had to ask.
“Well, Champa taught me.”
“Who is Champa?”
“She works as a maid in our village. Visits me sometimes to sweep the floor and clean the kitchen.”
“And she allowed you to touch her nipples?” I was curious.
“Yes. She is also a slut. The best in this village. She will be coming tomorrow to take out the trash. You can meet her then.”
I was not interested in meeting a maidservant. And a slutty one at that. But I noticed something more interesting while getting my tits molested by Jeetukaka. His huge hard-on was poking out from his lungi, and he made no effort to hide it.
“Keep it away from me,” I pointed at his erection. “Finger is ok, but not that. I have a boyfriend now.”
“Ok, Chhoti Rani. As you wish,” he shook my tits by holding onto my nipples with his fingers. “Your boobs bounce like footballs.” He left soon after, and I finished my bath.
At night, I tucked into my bed and waited for Jeetukaka to come and warm me up again. This time, I removed all my clothes beforehand. And lay down under the blankets stark naked. I was ready for a full warm-up session.
Jeetukaka arrived after some time in his vest and lungi. He entered the bed and asked me if I was cold. As soon as I nodded my head, he took off the blankets from my body. His eyes lit up upon seeing my naked body.
“Poch poch again tonight, Chhoti Rani?” he asked.
“Yes, Jeetukaka. ‘Poch poch’ once again.”
“With 2 fingers this time?” he asked again.
“Um … no. Your fingers are too fat,” I replied, “and my hole is too tiny. Use 1 finger or your tongue.”
He gave a wicked smile. He was so happy to hear the word ‘tongue’. He immediately buried his face between my legs. I had to spread them apart to accommodate his large head.
He licked my slit from top to bottom like a starving dog. Rubbed his nose on my clit, and breathed heavily into my hole. The ‘poch poch’ sound of yesterday was replaced by a ‘slurp slurp’ noise today. It made us both incredibly horny.
He licked my clit, making it hard and erect in seconds. He slurped my pussy, making it sloppy and wet in minutes. Then he shoved his tongue inside the opening, making me go wild with passion. And finally, he began to bore his tongue deep into my tunnel, bringing me to an early climax.
Like yesterday, I again flooded the bed and his face with gushes of cum. His black moustache turned white, and his nose and lips were covered in my cunt juice. He licked it off and smacked his lips. And lay down beside me with a huge erection under his lungi, pointing skywards.
“Why don’t you do something about it?” I pointed at his bulge. “It’s so indecent to roam around like that.”
“Help me get rid of it,” he replied.
“No. I have already told you to keep it away from me. I have a steady boyfriend now. We have to respect boundaries.”
Just like yesterday, he put his finger inside my cunt to keep me warm all night. I slept like a baby till early morning. Suddenly, a strange sensation between my legs woke me up. Something big and strong was pressing against my pussy.
It was still dark, so I could not figure out what it was. But it was certainly not Jeetukaka’s finger. It felt like his cock! I tried to move away immediately, but he grabbed me by my waist.
“Jeetukaka? Are you awake? What is this?” I was livid.
“I am feeling cold too,” he replied coolly.
“That’s not your finger,” I got angry. “Take it out right now.”
“I can’t, Chhoti Rani. It’s stuck,” he pressed it a bit forward.
“What do you mean by ‘stuck’?” I was furious.
“It’s stuck in your tiny opening. It can only go in. Can’t come out,” he replied shamelessly. And pressed a bit more.
“Stop bullshitting! What goes in also comes out. I asked you to respect boundaries.”
“Ok. Tickle my balls then,” he said, “and I will not push further.”
I remembered Jeetukaka’s gigantic cock from my Heat Wave days. It’s like a thick steel rod. Its enormous head was inside my pussy already. I had no choice but to say yes.
I began to tickle his balls. They were heavy as coconuts, covered in dense, curly hair. The more I tickled them, the more he grunted in pleasure. And the bigger his cock became.
“These are so heavy!” I exclaimed as I lifted his balls one by one.
“Rub them. Squeeze them. Keep me warm,” he ordered.
I cupped his balls, one in each palm. They were so big and heavy that I could barely grasp them in my tiny hands. I rubbed and squeezed them as much as I could. Jeetukaka kept grunting like an animal.
Minutes went by. An hour went by. He didn’t cum. My hands got tired and began to ache. I could not squeeze anymore.
“Jeetukaka, I am tired. Need to take rest,” I pleaded.
“But I am not warm yet. Can’t let you go,” he said.
“Please, my hands are aching,” I begged him again.
“Fine. Then I will have to push again.” Saying this, he gave a mild thrust with his cock. It was enough to stretch my soft pussy wide open. I gasped in fear.
“Ah! It hurts, Jeetukaka. It’s so big. Go slow,” I wailed.
“Your hole is too tight, too tiny. It will always hurt,” he gave another thrust. And then another. Within seconds, his massive black dick was plunging in and out like a piston. How my tender pussy withstood this brutal pounding, I don’t remember.
What I do remember is the continuous ‘poch poch’ sound, my loud moans, his animal grunt and mighty thrusts. The whole bed started shaking and creaking. At one point, it felt like the bed would fall apart. But Jeetukaka kept going.
It was early morning when his drilling stopped. Sunlight was peeping in through the window curtains. It was then that Jeetukaka dumped litres of semen inside me. His cum was so thick and plenty that most of it gushed out of my pussy like a raging river. And soiled the entire bed and the mattress.
“I am not cold anymore. You shouldn’t be either,” he said before dozing off to sleep.
Day 3
I woke up late after getting pummelled by Jeetukaka’s dirty cock early morning. His filthy, sticky, smelly cum was all over the bed and in between my legs. It had the usual stinky bleach-like smell that reminded me of my last visit to this house. History had repeated itself.
I got up to change but could not find my clothes. My bra, panty, sweatshirt and sweatpants were all gone. My suitcase had vanished too, along with the clothes in it. Also missing were my phone and charger.
I went downstairs naked to ask Jeetukaka where all my belongings were. But before I could climb down the stairs, I heard loud moans coming from the kitchen. A woman’s moans! I tiptoed silently to the kitchen and stood frozen at what I saw.
Standing right in the middle of the kitchen was Jeetukaka, buck naked. Bent over the table before him was a woman. Her saree was lifted to her waist, and Jeetukaka was lustily fucking her from behind. Her moans were echoing all over the room and beyond.
She had dark wild hair, big kohl-lined eyes, and a large red bindi on her forehead. Her blouse was open, and her saree was lifted to her waist. She wore no undergarments, either under her blouse or her saree.
Jeetukaka’s gigantic cock rammed into her wide-open pussy from behind. His huge balls slapped loudly on her exposed butt. Her large tits swayed like a pendulum with each thrust of his. And a steady stream of dense white cum was oozing out of her pussy and running down her legs onto the kitchen floor.
Suddenly, she lifted her head and saw me watching. I panicked and ran upstairs and hid myself in the store room. That was when I received the 2nd shock of the morning. Kept in a corner inside the storeroom were 2 room heaters and a water heater. WTF!
Jeetukaka came to the storeroom shortly after, accompanied by that woman. Both were wearing clothes now, but I wasn’t. He chuckled at my nudity and said, “Chhoti Rani, meet Champa. She is the queen slut of our village.”
He continued, “Our village needs another whore. Champa alone can’t satisfy all the men. It was her idea to recruit you. I deliberately hid all the room heaters to keep you cold. I wanted to check if you had the same fire as before. You have exceeded my expectations. You will not get your phone and clothes back. You will stay here, and Champa will train you to become a whore. You will learn to dress like her and fuck like her. Your training starts tomorrow.”
(To be continued).