The Warmth That Aroused Her Soul
Sexual awakening of a young woman
Kiran was a wealthy woman, who had been married to a much older man, by her mother. She was only 17 when her father died due to stroke. As the young woman has matured, her mother had started getting worried about her future. Kiran belonged to an elite, yet a conservative Sindhi family, who owned several lands in Sindh. She had traveled quite a lot, since a young age, mostly out of the country, as her father was a bureaucrat. Her curiosity about sex enhanced, when she began sitting between her fathers legs. She was only 11, but her hormones were being released much sooner than their time.
Kiran adored the warmth of her father, as his legs gave her refuge from the cruel world. Girls in her school would make fun of her newly formed breasts, and a height that matched with most teachers. She would feel drained by their jealousy and insensitivity, and come home running, crying all day, waiting to snuggle in her handsome fathers arms. Her mother would neglect her, as she would stay busy with her friends, but the truth was that she resented her child for being so different from the rest.
Kirans father was intuitive and an ocean of love, who would caress her, as soon as he would come home from work. The intimate relationship between the two was rare, and they knew it had to remain hidden from others.
One night, Kiran started having nightmares. She felt like a witch was moving her in another body, and she felt extreme agony Suddenly, she was awake, with blood all over the sheets. She undressed and washed her body. While leaving her bathroom, she noticed that her mother had not arrived from her late night musical evening, as she could not hear the television or smell the usual smoke that filled the entire house. It was 2 a.m, and did not feel like going to bed. So, she sneaked in her fathers room and quietly lied down in his bed.
Kiran was 5 feet 4 inches, exactly the height of her mother, only at a tender age of 12. She even began looking like her mother when she was a teenager. Her father lay dead asleep, covering his head with the cushion, just enough to be able to breath. Kiran would snore as soon as she would doze off, therefore made sure she stayed awake, by staring at the sensually erotic sketch, hanging on the wall. A beautiful nude woman drowning in fire, yet she celebrated her demise. Suddenly, her fathers hand landed on her left breast. She covered her mouth with her hand, to avoid making a noise. The old man began firmly squeezing her soft flesh, while being in absolutely oblivious. May be, it was a ritual, he would perform while her mother read her book.
The young lady could not understand what to make of it. It had been 15 minutes, and the hand was still there, animated and alive. She began feeling heat right under her tail bone. The electric sensation rose slowly yet intensely above the ladder, arresting her whole existence with ecstasy. She was still covering her mouth, but her other hand unconsciously moved towards her clitoris. She did not even know it existed, but it felt like her hand knew what she needed. Her mind was lost, and now her body was in control. Kiran became breathless.
She continued staring at the sketch, while her delicate fingers gradually crawled towards her genitalia. The virgin was scared yet somehow felt liberated. Her nighty was so wet, that the smell began possessing the room. Her father sniffed, while dreaming. His senses had been heightened, and his cock made its way out of his boxers and got ready to be touched. Kiran had never seen a bulge before and continued rubbing her clit. She removed her hand from her face and held on to the thick snake, she felt mesmerized by. Her father moaned with a yawn and turned towards her, with his eyes closed. She wondered if he believed it was her mother, as it would be very strange otherwise. She was always been a daddy girl, and loved making him joyful. She felt the sticky cum drooling from the mouth of the dick and trickling towards his hairy balls. she used her thumb and stroked him, again and again and again! After a few minutes, he screamed, OH YES!
Kiran ran towards her room as fast she could and locked the door. Her father never mentioned anything, but she wished that he enjoyed the wet dream. Their bond got more and more intimate, as time went by, but she was able to seduce him without letting him know what was going on. By the age of 14, she was addicted to masturbation and would buy an electric tooth brush every month, as she could not afford a vibrator. She was deliberately sit on her fathers crotch, gently thrusting her bottom against, while he would be drinking his whiskey and smoking a fat cigar, watching golf on TV. It astonished Kiran, that he did not notice her, although she felt satisfied.
Kiran wondered if it was all in her head, and her father did not feel attracted to her. She did not realise that he had a lot on his mind, as he was in debt and the rising tensions in the country, made his job even more hectic. Her resentment grew and began fucking her 25 year old driver, who soon became her sugar daddy. They would drive around the town, and make love in the middle of nowhere. She had learned quite a lot by the age of 16 and now her mother and father were thinking of taking a divorce.
Her mother had confessed about her affair with the neighbour, as she was unable to quench her unsatiable lust. This shattered Kirans father, and took an early retirement. After a year, he left the world, leaving Kiran in a strange kind of grief. She felt a void but there was no misery. A hole in her heart, yet she did not bleed. She could sense him within her being, yet there was a longing to be touched again. Nobody could understand her confusion, as they never looked into her dark memories. The shame she felt for her actions, increased her hunger for sex. She need a muse to feel alive.
Her mother suggested her to seek counselling, but she refused saying, that it would change her. Kiran knew that she was a wild child, who neither be tamed, nor understood by the society.
At the age of 19, Kiran got married to Ghazanfar, a 42 year old CEO of a leading telecommunication brand. Imagine the horror. Although, the age difference was significant, it was quite common in their family to wed teenaged girls with middle aged men. They never made love, as he was in love with his mistress, and felt guilty touching her. Forced sex was so common, that mothers encouraged their daughters to serve their husbands like a slave, as they had done the same, and lost their soul somewhere along the journey.
While she would be alone in the mansion, lying in the bed, her female servants would suggest her to see other men. It would make her furious that nothing remain hidden in the house, but soon her loneliness forced her to become friends with the staff. They would massage, bathe and dress her. She lived like a queen but felt that the hole in her heart had not been filled. She became close to one of the servants, Nadia, who could sense that she was sexually frustrated. Their attraction grew and began meeting in secret.
They both knew how to satisfy each others soul, and tried something new every time they had sex. Nadia was religious and would bow down before God, right after Kiran and her had made intense love. Kiran could not understand her faith, as she never believed in God, mainly due to her fathers early exit, the only soul who understood her. It was her wounded child throwing tantrums.
Kiran always wondered that there was something missing, and would share her grief with Nadia. Now, she was addicted to smoking hash, introduced by her gorgeous girlfriend. They both get high and fuck for hours, until they could not move a muscle. She envied Nadia, as she did was so content and guilt free. Her Divine connection with the Almighty, reminded Kiran of her relationship with her father. It was certainly intimate yet sacred. It had a touch of innocence and freedom.
Nadias naked body bowed before her Creator, reflecting no boundaries or barriers between the two. Kiran began imitating her, terrified yet excited. Some force dragged her on the floor and took her in a trance. All her memories came rushing on the screen of her mind, she could see her father smiling at her. She felt ashamed but he loved her unconditionally and said, I AM WITH YOU, I AM YOU!
Kiran lay on the floor, and cried continuously, releasing all the burden she had been carrying for years. After hours, she was liberated from her old self and saw Light everywhere. Her heart began to heal and now she felt whole. She knew the secret of secrets. There is nothing but God.