Hasina lay stretched out on her bed wearing nothing but a yawn. It was a scorching hot summer day, not to mention boring. Hasina was wondering how in the world she was going to make it through a whole long, hot summer without a man.

Hasina, a petite 20-year-old brunette, was home for the summer and separated from her boyfriend, Munna, who'd had to return to his own home town hundreds of miles away. Munna had given her plenty of steady loving over the past three months, and Hasina missed it desperately. In fact, she missed it more with each passing minute, and after a week at home, her need for sex was urgent.

What was she going to do about it? It was a small town, and she couldn't just walk down the street and pick up some guy. The news would be all over town in no time at all. Besides, picking up strangers wasn't Hasina's style. She wanted Munna. But she wouldn't be seeing him again till she returned in six weeks time, and that was just too long to wait.

"Ohhh, shit," she sighed, "what am I gonna do?"

There seemed to be only one answer. She'd have to get herself off, satisfy her own hot needs, without a man. Hasina blushed as she thought about it. She'd masturbated as a teenager sure, but since meeting Munna she'd left those naughty habits behind. Munna's hard lund (penis) had taken care of all her needs. Could she really go back to playing with herself?

Rolling onto her back, Hasina slid a hand down her sleek little body and over the soft fur of her bush. She snaked a finger between her thighs and touched the fiery-hot slit of her choot. The flesh was swollen, throbbing and wet. She was achingly horny, and even her lightest touch felt fantastic down there. Suddenly, there was a sharp rap at her bedroom door.

"Hasina, are you all right? I heard you moaning," called her mother's voice.

"I'm fine, Mom," Hasina called impatiently. "I'm just trying to take a nap. Maybe I had a dream."

"Oh, okay, dear," her mother replied, "try to go back to sleep."

Hasina moaned with frustration. She was just getting into the swing of things, and mom had to interrupt. That was another thing about being home for the summer... no damn privacy. It seemed like mom and dad checked up on everything she did. And then of course there were her two mischievous teenage bhais, always hanging around.

She was lucky to get five minutes to herself to beat off, she thought bitterly. Once more she closed her eyes and stroked her hot, slippery little choot slit. It felt so nice, and she began to cream steadily, soaking her fingers with the sizzling fuck-juice. It felt good, real good, but there was one important ingredient lacking... a man's lund. She missed Munna's big, stiff lund so badly.

Hasina smiled as she thought about how she and Munna had met and how quickly he'd seduced her. She'd been an innocent virgin in her first year of University, and she'd been uptight and inhibited about sex, just like the rest of her family. But Munna had changed things very quickly. She rubbed her creaming slit faster as she recalled that first time.

She'd been crossing the campus, going from one class to another, when she almost bumped into this absolute hunk. He was a tall, muscular, with black hair and fantastically deep brown eye. Just gorgeous, Hasina thought, as she stood there staring at him like a fool. He'd looked her over, and obviously he liked what he saw, because he gave her a sexy smile.

"Those look heavy," he asked, indicating her textbooks. "Can I help you with them?"

Hasina had laughed. "I thought that went out with horses and buggies," she said.

"Okay," he replied, "how about going out with me instead? My name's Munna, and I'll pick you up at five."

Looking back on it, Hasina realized she'd never once said no to Munna the whole time she'd known him. She had agreed, on the spot, to a date with this perfect stranger. They got some take-away food and parked by a lake and chatted, and she found herself getting more turned on to the guy by the second. She was actually creaming her panties just being close to him, something she'd never done before. She was suddenly so incredibly aroused.

Hasina had never been horny for a guy before. Sometimes when she was still in high school she'd get an itchy, restless feeling, and she'd masturbate to ease the sensation. But she'd been very strictly raised, warned against boys and sex, and Munna was the first guy who'd broken through her reserve.

So when he started kissing her, Hasina didn't redidit. She was curious about sex, wondering what fucking was like, and she was so aroused by Munna that she just couldn't bear to make him stop. He used his tongue when he kissed, darting it teasingly in and out of her mouth, and that just drove her wild. When they finally came up for air, she was flushed and panting.

"Hasina," he laughed, "I get the impression you've never kissed a guy before."

"That's right," she admitted. "In fact this is my first real date."

"You're shitting me," Munna said.

"No, honest," Hasina said, "I was always chaperoned before. My folks wouldn't let me be alone with guys."

"God!" Munna exclaimed. "That's incredible! Well, baby, you got a lot of wasted time to make up for, and I'm just the guy to help you out."

He spent the rest of the evening proving it. Hasina shivered lustily as she thought back on that evening. Her choot-cream (cunt juice) came in hot helpless spurts, drenching her fingers as she stroked her seething choot. She whimpered with excitement when she remembered Munna's next move on that first date. He'd moved fast and taken her by surprise, fondling her choochis (tits) through her thin silk blouse as he kept right on kissing her, sliding that incredibly talented tongue deep into her mouth.

She'd gasped and blushed when he suddenly pulled her blouse up out of her jeans, revealing the firmly packed cups of her little lacy bra. His hands closed over the cups, hot and confident, and he began to squeeze her firm, young choochis. To Hasina's astonishment, her nipples instantly went rigid, poking into his palms.

"Munna! Wait!" she gasped, "I never even held hands with a guy before."

"Don't you like what we're doing?" he grinned.

"I... I don't know," she stammered.

"Well, take a second and think about it," he advised. "Don't knock it till you know what it's like."

Hasina took his advice. She'd protested automatically, because that was how she'd been trained. Her mother had warned her again and again not to let boys touch her, yet she'd never explained what was wrong with it. Now Hasina shut her mother's lecturing voice out of her head and concentrated on the sensations she was getting as Munna stroked and squeezed her sensitive young choochis.

"Mmmmmm," she murmured, "that feels nice."

"It sure does, baby," he smiled, "and it'll feel even nicer if I take your bra off."

Hasina gawked at him. Munna just gave her another of those devastating sexy grins as he reached around her, unhooked her bra, and pushed the tiny garment up, uncovering her gorgeous choochis. Munna stared hungrily at the flawless creamy globes and at her stiff little pink nipples. Hasina could tell he was very aroused at the sight of her naked choochis.

He grabbed for them, his hands hot and eager. Hasina gasped and slumped back against the seat of the car, shivering with sensations she'd never experienced before. While Munna played with her choochis, she creamed right through her panties, and her belly did lusty flip-flops.

He worked his thumbs expertly over her nipples, making them even more rigid and engorged, and she moaned with delight.

"We really shouldn't be doing this," she said weakly.

"How come?" he grinned. "Don't you like it?"

That was the same question he'd asked before. It had never occurred to her. All she knew was that her folks would be very angry if they caught her doing these things with a boy. But did she like it? Now that she thought about it, yes, she liked it very much. She didn't want Munna to stop fondling her sensitive choochis. So why were her parents against something that felt so good?

"Mmmmmm, yes I do! It feels great," she murmured, looking dreamily up into his handsome face.

"It's going to feel a lot better, baby. We're just getting started." he told her. "Why don't we get more comfortable? I know a real private spot."

He tugged her shirt down over her choochis but didn't fasten her bra. Hasina followed him in a daze as he grabbed a blanket, left the car, and followed a path through the woods. They came to a very secluded clearing, and Munna spread out the blanket, pulled her down on it, and started kissing her hotly.

Hasina just melted when he darted his tongue into her mouth and cupped and squeezed her bare choochis. Her choot was on fire, even though she didn't understand why. She just knew she couldn't stop creaming, couldn't stop her moaning and wriggling. Finally Munna broke off the steamy kisses and came up for air. There was a hot glazed look in his eyes as he reached for the zipper of her jeans and started tugging it open.

"No, Munna. wait," Hasina squeaked, "what are you doing?"

"I wanta see your choot (cunt)," he said, as if it was the most natural and reasonable request in the world.

She didn't know what to say to that. Her parents would have an answer, for sure, but was it her answer? She knew she wanted him to go on touching her and arousing her, but how far was "too far"? While she puzzled over these questions, Munna deftly removed her jeans and panties in one smooth tug, leaving her naked from the waist down. Her blouse was pushed up over her choochis, exposing her completely to his lustful gaze.

His eyes glowed with hunger as he studied her slender, naked young body. He stroked the soft little triangle of sparse fur covering her virgin choot, and she blushed hotly. Still, she didn't want him to stop.

She blushed even deeper when he gently but firmly spread her legs and studied the cream-soaked pink flesh of her tight-lipped little slit.