_____________________________________________________________________________________ I suppose the best place to start would be by telling you about ...where I grew up. I live in the UK far outside even a small village, our closest neighbours where exactly 28 miles away. Forests dappled in misty rays of sun in the morning and swarms of mid flies on hot summer evenings were my play grounds. I was rather a free child to do as I please with no other people around. I woke early to play amongst the. . Kya w... woh meri gaand bhi maarainge (T... They w... will fuck me in my ass hole?)" Chaachaa, kya aapne abhi tak chachi ki gaand nahin maari (Chaachaa, don't tell me that you have not fucked chachi in her ass hole yet)," Anita said."I suggested it several times but your chachi did not agree," chacha laughed."Chachi, try it. You'll really enjoy it," Anita said, "Chacha, aaj raat ko chachi ki gaand maarna. Chachi mana nahin karegi. Chachi, theek hai na? (Chacha, fuck chachi in her ass hole. This girl wants to hurt me. She wants to hurt me bad.The muffled grunt turns into a desperate painful cry."Please.." another barrage of ballshattering pain gets inflicted."I'll do anything". Suddenly her icy stare changes to that of interrest.I am relieved, I had said something that didn't result into something painful. I was making progress.. but suddenly there was another squeeze. I criy out in pain. A tear emerges from my eye."I will do anything" I repeated, followed by another painful. A hunger. A heat. I had never done this before. I undid and lowered my jeans and sat down on the toilet, experimentally running my hand over my left thigh. Every time I ran my hand up my thigh, I’d get further up. Closer to it. I was so turned on, so sensitive, that even the first time I ran my hand against the area next to my labia, I nearly cried out.I was going to do it. I was going to learn how to masturbate, here in this grimy washroom, because I wanted to… do things with my teacher. A.