Thursday , May 19 2022

How an Indian girl lost her virginity to an old man

My name’s Madiha and I have a story to tell. I want to share the experience of how I lost my virginity in one of the most unlikely circumstances.

This happened around seven years ago. I was in my second year of my college, about nineteen years old at that time

There was a marriage of one of my cousins in my native village. We were all invited but, since I had my practicals just the day before which I could not skip, I stayed back. My father stayed with me, while my mother and younger brother went to the function, getting there a week before the big day. Marriages in our culture were always a big thing. Our village was a ten-hour journey by bus from my place, but my father decided to drive in our car as it would be faster. He promised that he could still get me there in time.

I finished my practicals successfully and came home to get all the jewelry and dresses that I needed for the wedding. Car packed, we started on the long journey. We stopped midway in a hotel and had a nice dinner. It was a nice rest bite before we set off once more through the night. My father suggested that I slept as I needed to be fresh for the ceremony in the morning. I was sleeping while my father was driving through the dark forests. Suddenly, I woke up to the sound of a loud thud and the feeling of slowing down. It was the car. It had broken down. I glanced at my watch. Here we were, at just after midnight in the middle of the forest. To make matters worse it had started raining, heavily.

Since it was a forest route not many vehicles traveled this way during the night, so we were unlikely to be seen. Needless to say, we didn’t have any signal in our cellphone either so raising the alarm that way wasn’t an option. We were stuck, unable to inform anyone about our problem. Our only hope was to wait till someone arrived, which could take until the morning.

It was my father who saw the light in the darkness. We were hopeful that it was a police outpost. Furthermore, our car was broken down in the middle of the road, so it was possible for someone to hit it in the dark. It was an easy decision to make. We both got down and started pushing the car to the side of the road. Once out of the way, we headed off towards the light. By the time, we reached the place, we were soaked. To our dismay, it was a not a police outpost, but a house. We knocked at the door. After a few minutes, we were greeted by 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 before the door finally opened and the old woman allowed us in. Inside was an old man standing there with a huge axe in his hand. I assumed it was just for protection in case we were some kind of robbers. The couple were in their fifties or maybe even sixties. The old man was tall, dark and thin with 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.

I looked around the house. I thought, what was the fuss with the axe and all. There was nothing obvious 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 petromax lights and the fire from the coals added to the glow. They had a coir bed in the middle of the house. There were few big wooden boxes which I assumed contained had their belongings. I really doubted if a thief could find anything worth more than 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 would take father to the local village where we could 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 a 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, he would go alone. The old man said it was not advisable as a single wrong turn in the path would lead him too deep into the forest. Then the woman started interrupting him in their own language which we couldn’t understand. The old man began shouting back at her and then he mellowed his voice and kept talking for some time. We were just watching them talk and then she nodded.

The old man now looked at my father and said that there was a 24-hour mechanic shop just along the road, but it was close to two kilometres away. If there was no one in the shop wait for some time as 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 mentioned that I was totally wet and asked me to change the dress or else I would catch a cold. I told her that I had no other dress right now. She said I could use her saree. I had never worn a saree except during the school annual day and that time it had taken my Mother an hour to dress me in it. I sheepishly said I don’t know how to wear a saree. She said, not to worry as she would help me. She took what I assumed was the cleanest saree she had and pulled me behind that curtain which led to their stinky bathroom—a room equipped with just an old bucket and mug—and brought the light in.

I need to tell you that back then I wasn’t as slim as I am now. I was a little chubby but not exactly fat. I guessed I still had the look of a child, although I had a nice 34-32-35 frame. What’s more, I was outgrowing my B size bra and was going to switch to C cup soon. I was taken aback when she asked me to strip out of everything, including my bra and panties. In all cases it was the same, you shouldn’t wear wet clothes. Reluctantly I did as she asked. It was as I removed the last bit of my clothing, that the woman shined the light in front of me and looked me up all the way from top to bottom. She commented that I had a nice body. I was embarrassed by her statement but didn’t know what to do.

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