Anisha in Love Ch. 01

CHAPTER ONE

Anisha should have been the happiest eighteen year-old in the world as she stood naked before her mirror that morning, but instead she was a candidate for the title of unhappiest.

It was doubly ironic because just a week prior to the day, she had been given a title, Miss State Beauty Queen.

Her period had been due the day after the contest and when it didn't arrive, she wasn't worried, telling herself that all the excitement and tension had delayed it. But she ran out of reasons for the delay when it was a full week late, she had never gone that far over the limit in her life. Also, for the first time in her life, there was reason to fear pregnancy. Until a few weeks earlier, Anisha had lived up to her name and while she did a lot of petting with Rajan, the man in her life, the one she loved and with whom she talked about marriage, she had remained a virgin.

They were alone in her home that evening, her parents were out and wouldn't be home until the wee small hours of the morning. They had petted as usual and his hands had roved a lot, both were aroused even more than usual.

Rajan was jealous that she allowed so many men to admire her body in the bikinis she wore at the beach and in the revealing bathing suit she wore in the many beauty contests leading up to the state level, yet she refused to take her dress off and allow him to see her in bra and panties.

There had been a strong air of sexuality about the contests, having men admire her body and thighs, knowing what they were thinking and how they desired her body. More than once she had seen a hand slip into a pocket and move there as though adjusting the position of a stiff penis, the way Rajan did when they had been necking for a while and he got worked up.

When jealousy and anger didn't get Rajan what he wanted, he tried kisses and ardent pleas and then she melted and, while he watched, trembling with desire, she got off the couch, stood before him and took her dress off seductively, posing for him in a low cut bra and very skimpy, sheer, black nylon panties.

She wanted to put her dress back on after she had posed, front and rear, for him, but Rajan wanted a kiss first. It felt so good in his arms, feeling the form of his big penis pressing against her tummy, his tongue wet and exciting as it licked in her mouth, one hand on her bottom, pulling her more tightly against him.

And then they were on the couch again, her dress on the floor where she had dropped it. As they writhed and kissed and fondled, her left breast slipped out of the low-cut bra so easily and then it was in his hand and then in his mouth and he was sucking and licking, his hands so strong and thrilling as they fondled.

With one luscious, prize winning breast out, there seemed no reason to stop him doing the same with the other and it did seem more logical to let him unhook her bra so that the edge of the cup wouldn't dig into the sensitive globe which required a thirty-eight-C cup to contain it.

"Oh God, darling," he groaned then, "you have to have the most beautiful tits in the world. They're so big and firm, my God, they're almost hard they're so firm," he panted as he fondled the two of them, then stopped talking as he fed one into his mouth and gave it a thrilling sucking and licking while he fondled the other part of the beautifully matched set.

Anisha thought she had known ecstasy before, but it was boredom compared to the feel of having her naked breasts so expertly fondled and sucked. Her whole body glowed with love and with desire, it was erotic intoxication, so strong that she was barely aware when his kisses moved down her tummy and she felt her lovely legs being raised and parted.

She groaned when she felt the first kiss on her sensitive inner thigh. She knew she should tell him to stop, but she couldn't find the words and didn't have the strength to utter them.

And then she shrieked aloud as she felt his mouth on the snug fitting crotch of her panties. Her hands balled into fists and pounded the couch as he licked and sucked alternately, seeming to melt the clinging nylon so that she could feel his lapping tongue right inside her slit where erotic fires raged.

Anisha was so intoxicated that when she felt her lover pulling her little panties down, her lush behind raised from the couch to help him do it. Her mind tried to tell her not to, but the rest of her body wasn't listening.

Dropping the wet panties to the floor, the young man raised and parted her prize winning legs and feasted his eyes on the greatest prize of all, one the judges hadn't seen, the tender pink lips of her virginal cunt.

His tongue licked a film of moisture over his lips, then his face hurried to her crotch. At the touch of his mouth on her vulva, Anisha jerked again and her shriek filled the room. At the sound of it, Rajan sucked the tender lips into his mouth and sucked as though he was trying to get all of her body into his mouth, crotch first.

When Rajan sent his tongue into her slit, there was another banshee wail from the naked beauty, then after he probed the tight passage for a while, he found her highly sensitized passion bud and began lapping it.

If it had been ecstasy for her before then, it was something else again as he lapped with the touch of a skilled lover, one who had eaten pussy pie before and knew just how to drive a woman out of her mind. With just a little more lapping on the tender clit, he drove her not just out of her mind, but out of this world, into a galaxy of whirling, flashing colored stars, with surf crashing on an unseen shore and angel choirs singing chants to their erotic, pagan gods.

As she jerked and threshed through her orgasm, Anisha was not aware that her lover had torn off his tee shirt, pushed his pants and briefs down and had his throbbing organ in his right hand, the skin pulled well back to display a swollen, almost purple head.

It was a working tool, a fucking tool and it was going to stretch her tight little port of entry into a giant O, then plunge on to tear through the barrier of her hymen. That six inches of tissue, tubing and muscle which felt like warm stone, would take her out of the "new" showroom and put her out on the "used woman" lot.

Her orgasm hadn't finished and her eyes were still closed when she felt it ram her and stretch her little slit as it had never been stretched.

"Oh no," she gasped. "NO... NOOOOOOOO," she wailed, then her cry turned sharper and became out of intense pain as his tool broke through her tissue thin hymen on the first stroke, then he fed the full length of it into her, making her feel as though her body had been invaded by a pole, one which kept working in and out, stretching and filling her as his naked weight crushed her into the couch.

It was futile to resist, the way he was anchored in the warm cove of her cunt and his strong body crushed her down, so she didn't try. Besides, she told herself, it was much too late to even try.

Seconds later, she felt confirmation of that as her lover jerked and trembled in her crotch and she felt his semen shooting into her depths, semen which could, she realized with a thrill, bloat her beautiful body and fill it not with a penis shooting semen, but with a live thing, a baby.

After it was over, he apologized, but she couldn't let him take all the blame. It had begun, she realized, when she took her dress off for him and continued after he bared her breasts and sucked them. By the time her panties had vanished, they had already passed the point of no return, no man could have stopped then, Anisha told herself and him.

He assured her that virgins almost never get pregnant in the course of their first sexual outing and she tried to believe him, but it wasn't easy.

Anisha went on the pill the next day, a friendly doctor looking after that detail without bothering to inform her mother who would have been horrified that her innocent daughter would do such a thing.

But as day after bloodless day passed, Anisha became more and more convinced that they had locked the barn door long after the horse had gone galloping down the road.

At first, Rajan shrugged off her fears, telling her that she should let him do it again. "There's nothing like a long cock pumping in there to shake up a woman and turn her period on," he assured her.

It was an unscientific fact she hadn't heard before, but she was willing to try anything so she went to bed with him once more. She was too nervous to enjoy kissing or foreplay so he had her kneel on all fours, telling her his organ could get farther into her that way and shake her up where she needed to be shaken to knock the fertilized ovum off the wall of her womb.

'He wanted to prepare her organ with his mouth, to lubricate it so that his big penis would slip in more easily, but she couldn't let him, didn't want to feel his face in her crotch, didn't want to experience any pleasure.

He did the best he could do by wetting her slit with saliva and rubbing it around, then he was kneeling behind her and probing her crotch with his tool until he found the slit and pushed it in.

"I'll slip it to you gently until it's all the way in," Rajan told her, "then I'll take a good grip and really ride your beautiful ass fast. The rougher it is the better the chances of shaking you up real good and getting that old blood flowing."

He did as he had told her he would and gave her a rough ride with his penis pistoning in her depths and making her realize that under different circumstances, intercourse in that position could be wildly exciting. She looked at her lovely breasts, hanging pendulously and swaying excitingly as her lover rode her arched bottom like a wild stallion raping the mare of his choice.

And then he was pumping a strong charge of semen up into her troubled area, grunting and jerking against her buttocks as he drained himself.

But while Rajan had scored a second piece of tail, Anisha didn't get what she wanted and the emergency sanitary pad she carried in her purse remained there, unneeded and unused.

The next day, Anisha phoned her lover, told him her period still hadn't commenced and talked about marriage. That was when she received the second blow, one more cruel than the first.

"Are you out of your mind?" he replied. "Look, I still have a year to go in college, then I've got my career to think about. This is the atomic age, baby, girls look after themselves to make sure they don't get knocked up. I'm not getting trapped into any marriage that way."

Horrified at the sudden change in the man, she dropped the phone to the floor, fell on her bed and cried for a long time. When she stopped, because there were no tears left, the contemplated suicide, but before long she rejected that.

She considered abortion next, but had read too many stories about young women being butchered and bleeding to death. At that point, she realized she had just about run out of alternatives except for the obvious one of facing shame and the wrath of her parents as her beautiful body become bloated and ugly while an unwanted baby came into being in her belly, a baby which, she told herself, she would only be able to resent at birth, not love as a woman was supposed to love her baby.

Fighting to pull herself together, she wrote a letter to the organizers of the beauty pageant and resigned her title, giving emotional upset as the reason.

Anisha didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew she couldn't stand on stage in the Miss America contest and allow all those people to stare at her body with the unwanted baby growing in it.