I am Sabira, twenty-one years old, a full-grown woman now. Five feet six inches tall, with a ripe, filled-out body, shapely heavy breasts, swinging hips, a swaying waist, and a glowing face. My pussy is torn open, my ass is torn open too. I am no longer a virgin, married or not. You understand what that means. Fucking is already going on, and all of it is the magic of cock and its thick cream. Do not think I got any of this for free. I crawled out of the mouth of death before I could become this juicy woman. I claim that if your eyes fall on me even once, your cock will stiffen hard, and you will have to stroke out your own cream. That is why I have started covering my cunt with a scarf, to save your cream. But the moment I see a cock, my pussy starts itching and burning, and I get no peace until I am fucked. My cunt respects cocks deeply.
You will want to know how the short, stunted little doll Sabira, twenty years old and still looking like a child, became this juicy woman.
It happened like this. After two or three years I went to my khala’s house in Jaunpur. There I met my khala’s daughter Sameera, who was only two months older than me. I called her Aapi. This time when I saw her ripe, full body, anger rose inside me against myself. My heart wanted to drown or hang itself. Sameera understood my condition at once. She pulled me into her arms and dragged me into her bedroom and threw me on the bed. I felt bad, but the next moment she started telling me the solution to my problem.
Sameera said, “Oh Sabira sister! You are twenty years old and still you have not taken a cock?”
I asked, “What is this cock, Aapi? Is it some medicine?”
Sameera said, “I understand now. You are very innocent, that is why you are still a little girl.”
I said, “Oh Aapi! They fed me everything, but I just could not grow. Looking at you makes me want to die.”
Sameera said, “Fine, if you want to die, then die. But I want your death to happen and then your life to start again.”
I said, “How will that happen? Who comes back alive after dying? What nonsense are you talking, Aapi? Do not make fun of me.”
Sameera said, “Oh my dear sister! Did you feel bad? Would your Aapi ever mock you? Look, Sabira, look at this Aapi’s ripe youth. I found this body by dying, and I am alive in front of you or not?”
I said, “You are completely alive, Aapi. Anyway, leave all this talk. What do you really want to say? What is this cock business?”
Sameera said, “Forget the cock for a moment. First promise that you will bear the pain of dying. I take responsibility for keeping you alive.”
I said, “Here, Aapi, I make a firm promise. Do whatever you want with me, but make me the right size for my age.”
Sameera said, “Oh sister! I will not do anything. The cock will do it. I will only help you.”
I asked, “You will let me see the cock, right?”
Sameera said, “Yes, but only when you become like me. Before that, a blindfold will stay on your eyes and the fucking will keep happening.”
I asked, “How long will it take to become like you, Aapi? And why the blindfold, what is this fucking?”
Sameera said, “Do not ask too many questions. In one month of fucking you will become like me. You will see the cock only when I want.”
I said, “Then I will definitely stay with you for three months. Now tell me when the cock will come.”
Sameera said, “Do not get restless. I will make all the preparations. First come to the bathroom.”
Aapi took me to the bathroom and stripped me naked. My tits were like small paper lemons and there were short golden hairs on my pussy. Then Aapi also got naked. Her breasts were big and full, her body ripe and filled out, her pussy swollen. Pity rose in me for myself and I started crying. But Aapi gave me patience, put hair remover on the hairs of my cunt, and started slowly kneading my tits. Pleasure started coming to me. After a little while Aapi rubbed the hairs off my pussy completely and started playing with my cunt. I had already handed myself over to Aapi. Aapi put a little gel on my pussy, softened her finger, and in play pushed the finger into my cunt.
I said, “Ouch Aapi! What are you doing?”
Sameera said, “Just stay quiet, do not talk nonsense.”
Aapi started the fucking with her finger itself and I quietly started taking the pleasure of the finger fucking. After some time it felt as if lava burst inside me and flowed out. I felt a strange joy and I tightly hugged Aapi in my arms.
Sameera asked, “How did it feel, Sabira?”
I said, “What can I tell and how can I tell, Aapi? I have no words.”
Sameera said, “Fine, now bathe and wash properly. Tonight I will get a cock put in your cunt.”
I said, “Okay Aapi. You are very kind.”
Sameera said, “We will find out at night whether I am kind or a butcher.”
I asked, “Meaning?”
Sameera said, “The meaning will come at night only, my innocent sister, just wait.”
I started waiting for night. By nine o’clock dinner was finished. Both of us came to sleep together. Aapi spread a clean white sheet on the bed, put four pillows, a black dupatta, and a box of coconut oil.
I asked, “Aapi! Why all this arrangement?”
Aapi said, “For the service and convenience of my Sabira sister.”
Aapi said laughing, “Come my sister! I will serve you.”
Aapi stripped me naked and stripped herself naked too. She threw me on the bed, climbed on top of me, and started kissing, licking, sucking, and rubbing. At first it felt strange, but after a little while pleasure started coming. Aapi poured a lot of coconut oil into my pussy and started massaging inside and outside the cunt. My pussy started leaking water. The mixing of oil and water and the finger fucking of my cunt by Aapi, the wet squelching sounds, brought me into heat. Aapi tied my eyes with the black dupatta and said, “Sister Sabira! Now I will make you taste the cock. Do not scream and shout too much, otherwise if the family wakes up the whole game will be ruined and you will stay the way you are. Then I will never help you again. It is the first time, there will be pain, but by Allah’s oath, the pleasure that will come later is not found in any work in the world. You may say you are dying, but neither will you die nor will I let you die. The cock does not kill, it only gives pleasure. Only a little trouble happens in cleaning the path.”
I said, “You stay worry-free, Aapi. I, your little sister Sabira, give my word that I will not even say oof even if I die. But where will you let me die?”
Now start the further action. It feels as if the cunt is asking for something.
Aapi said, “Okay okay sister.”
For some time there was silence in the room, then the soft sound of the back door opening and closing came. Then the whispering of Aapi and a manly voice was heard. Aapi laid me flat on the bed and put a pillow under my hips to raise the cunt up. With closed eyes I kept doing as Aapi said. Aapi put my head in her lap, then some manly hands spread my legs. According to the promise I had given to Aapi, I had to stay quiet. A hot round thing touched the mouth of my small cunt and started entering the wet soft pussy. I understood this was the cock. Then the pressure increased and my cunt started tearing. The thick cock had already gone as far as the finger used to reach. The idea of the thickness had already formed. My head was in Aapi’s lap and her hand was on my mouth.
“Put the whole thing in one thrust,” Aapi said, as if giving an order.
But he pulled the cock out. I started thinking, what happened? Aapi told him to put the whole thing in and he pulled the whole thing out. But in a moment everything changed. Aapi took control of my hand, mouth, and head. The cock set itself on the gate of the cunt and a powerful deadly thrust came. The thick rod tore my cunt and reached up to my heart. Meeting with death and fighting with death happened. Aapi said, “Do not stop, Saleem! Start the fucking. This is not a little girl, she is a twenty-year-old young woman. She did not get a cock so she did not grow. Do not show mercy. This cunt-owner is only two months younger than me. Fuck her without fear.”
Aapi’s order was like an army officer’s. Saleem, after getting the order, started turning the cunt into a ruined hole. I was truly fighting with death and Aapi was holding my mouth, head, and hands like a butcher. Saleem’s cock was going in and out of my cunt like a piston at high speed. Every knot of the cunt was breaking and it felt as if I was truly growing bigger. In five minutes the cunt that had taken five hundred thrusts started becoming crazy for the cock. I had already defeated death and the cunt had already given itself to the cock. The sweet sweet pain started giving pleasure. Understanding that I was balanced, Aapi removed her hand from my mouth. Saleem kept fucking at full speed.
Aapi asked, “How does it feel, Sabira sister?”
I said, “Do not ask right now Aapi, let me get fucked! Aah oh aah unh unh ui ui aah oh oi aah unh ui fuck me fuck me and fuck me harder! Aah wah ohoho oh ho ai ai ai I am gone ui ui ha ha ha ai aaa aah.”
The hot cock juice filled the cunt and I got the biggest happiness of my life so far. I lay quiet for a little while. The joy of getting the cock, the pain of the seal breaking, and the pleasure of becoming a woman, how unique it is.
I said, “Aapi, heartfelt thanks to you.”
Aapi said, “Leave the thanks, tell how it felt.”
I said, “Aapi! Can you really tell this happiness by speaking?”
Aapi said, “No. You spoke the truth. No words have been made for this pleasure. Now tell what you want to do.”
I asked, “Can you show me the cock? And who is this Saleem?”
Aapi said, “According to the promise, see the cock and the cock-holder after one month. For now the cock and the cock-holder will keep serving you for one month.”
I said, “Okay Aapi.”
That night fucking happened four times. Then before morning the back door opened and closed. Meaning the fucker left. Aapi opened the dupatta from my eyes. Now only the two sisters were in the room. The blood stains on the white sheet were giving witness to the seal breaking and the wedding night.
From the very first fucking, changes started showing in the body. On the second night Aapi also got the seal of my ass broken. Then third, fourth, fifth, until the thirtieth night came. Aapi’s medicine had worked its miracle. Aapi was twenty, I was nineteen. On the thirtieth night I was supposed to see that miraculous cock and the cock-holder. Finally, who would Saleem be? This name was not of anyone in this house or nearby, so who would it be?
That night came and my waiting ended. Aapi came opening the door and closed my eyes with her own hands. Saleem had already sat on the bed. Aapi removed her hands from my eyes.
I said, “Sabir Bhaijaan, it is you.”
Aapi said, “Yes Sabira! Bhaijaan is the one who put life into me and into you and made us lively and grand. Now also see his grand lively weapon that changed your body.”
Aapi stripped Bhaijaan naked. Seeing his black thick cock I fell into thought. I had been getting my small cunt fucked by such a big cock. Anyway, what happened, happened. That night Bhaijaan also fucked Sameera Aapi hard in front of me. The great fucker Sameera Aapi, by getting fucked and fucked by Bhaijaan, also made me a great fucker.
The fucking kept going on inside the house and the family did not get the news, so how would outsiders know. I had come for one month but by making excuses I stayed for six months. In these six months, without missing a day, I kept getting fucked four or five times every day. Fucking showed such a miracle that when I returned home after six months, no one could recognize me.
While leaving, Sameera Aapi told me the mantra: get fucked inside the house by the house cock and do not open your mouth outside. Taking the torn cunt and torn ass, as soon as I reached home I used this mantra on my brother Shabbir, who was one year younger than me, and the fucking program started.
Aapi, your medicine worked very well.
Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations.