Hi friends! I hope you all are doing well in your lives. By the way, I’m Ricky (my nick name) Mehra. As a matter of fact, I live in Belapur, Navi Mumbai and did my schoolings from Don Bosco School and St. Xavier College. After scrapping my ass off by serious studies; my fate landed me on my dreamland- IIT (Delhi). Currently, I’m in 3rd year pursuing Computer Science.
To be brutally honest, I’m a diehard fan of ISS from my early school days! But, unfortunately, I’m not a regular reader, neither I’ve ever come up with any story of mine because of simple reason-‘I never went through any sexual experience as such’. But, finally in last semester break, I experienced my life’s most erotic incident that I would like to share with you all. I strongly hope you all will enjoy it to a massive extent. Valuable comments are always welcome to my email address id est-[[email protected]]. The story has already been proof-read by my cute and lovable girlfriend Angel and she told me that it is quiet well-written and interesting. I strongly hope for the same response from your side Lastly, Na zdravje!
[SCENE 1]
My semester break was on and I was home alone; as my dad has gone to Pune for some business meet and my mom has gone to airport to receive her college friend, Nitya aunty, who was coming from Hyderabad to stay with us for 3-4 days for the first time. It was around 13:30hrs and was raining heavily for couple of hours. Being caught in boredom, I was doing nothing except changing TV channels with pitch blank mind. Suddenly, TING-TONG (the doorbell rang). I thought that mom with Nitya aunty had arrived, so I ran towards the door and opened it in a split second.
And there she was-the hottest girl I’d ever seen-fully drenched in water. She was in black-checked Levis shorts and white-Italian-tailored blouse (that was then mesmerizingly stuck to her skin making her fancy alluring bra partially visible). She would be around 20 years: tall brunette with willowy and slender mermaid like seductive body. With a impeccable figure of 34-26-34 and olive skin with her brownish-black hairs tucked in pink hair band. She was standing in front of me in Nike sports shoes and had donned an expensive Swiss made watch. In short, she was undoubtedly the Sex-Goddess or to be straight: ‘MAAL’ in IIT cliché.
“Hey! I’m Devyani. . .Is this 407B?!”,she enquired while caressing her hairs softly with her left hand!
I was dumbfound and staring askew at her boobs; literally, out of my senses.
“Is this 407B??”,she asked again with a somehow increased pitch in her chocolaty voice.
I retorted, “Y-Yes, but how can I help-“. Before I could complete my sentence, she rushed past me leaving a sensational Calvin-Klein perfume aroma. While passing, the softest thing in the whole universe brushed my right shoulder slightly- obviously, it was her killingg breast!
“Our moms are on the way upstairs as your lift is not working”, she stated. But, I was barely listening, as I was like a super-efficient Induction Motor- motionless, without vibrations, but fully induced by her stray magnetic charisma.
She sat on the nearby sofa gazing at the TV screen. “You were watching this”, she curiously asked in amazement. I looked at the screen that was showing some FTV MichelAdam Lingrie. I struggled for breathe and stammered, “N-No-No, I was just-“, and again I was interrupted.
[SCENE 2]
“Ricky, sorry for being late beta; meet your aunty and my best college friend ever-“, my mom uttered these words in stark happiness, “- Nitya and I were bench mates for almost the whole college sessions”, she further added. I noticed a beautiful and well-shaped woman in her early forties with highly resembling face with the fucking-hot-girl-who-was-sitting-over-the-couch-and-has-just-changed-the-channel-hastily. I hardly managed not to smile. I stepped forward and touched Nitya aunty’s feet.
“AREY! NHI BETA. IT’S OKAY! Last time when I saw you, at that time you were around three; see how fast you have grown up!”, she smilingly admitted with a wide grin.
“Ricky! You have already met Devyani, Have not you?”, my mom asked while looking at me and then switching her gaze to the-damn-sexy-bitch. I looked at the H-Bomb for a second or so; our eyes met momentarily; and I nodded in affirmation; and the dainty gave her alluring peurile smile.
[SCENE 3]
“Mommy! But I won’t sleep over the couch; you very well know that I don’t find it comfortable even slightly”, I complained to my mother in the kitchen after 15 minutes.
“It is just a matter of adjustment for 3-4 days beta; afterwards sleep wherever you want in accord with your whim”, my mother said with persuasiveness.
“BUT, MOMMY-“,I was stopped in between.
“NO IF AND NO BUT, and now quietly go to dine table for lunch like a courteous and well-mannered boy!”, my mom ordered.
[SCENE 4]
Afterwards, we ate our delicious lunch together. My mom and Nitya aunty talked and talked non-stop for the whole evening. I was feeling weird; my eyes were seeking the olive-skin babe, but of no luck. Because she was in my room and I was sitting like a moron in the drawing room.
After thinking hard for couple of minutes, I decided to get off and bring my laptop from my room so as to pass time without much ado. On my way, my mom requested me to call Devyani also for dinner. While standing on the door, I was confused whether to knock or not, but in the end-I knocked. No reply. I again knocked. No reply again. I knocked again and again, but of no avail. Finally, I slowly opened the door and was shocked at the view of my room. It was like witnessing Einstein-standing-alive for me. My room that always remained a complete mesh of things was now totally neat and clean and was smelling sweet- with all books stacked keeonly on the book shelves, dirty clothes kept tidily in the laundry bag and the bed beautifully managed. I heard the sound of water shower- she was having bath, perhaps, I deduced.
I moved to my cupboard, took my laptop and turned straight to the exit. After moving couple of steps, I saw her wet clothes that she had worn earlier, were kept on the chair. I looked at the bathroom door and hurriedly lifted her thin fabric Italian blouse-WOWIE! Believe me it smelled like heaven!
Then my pupils expanded on the view of her bra kept under her shorts. Unresistingly, my hands were rather to fast then my thinking-process and had already lifted and I was feeling her moist bra. Paris Beauty- Size 34, Pure Cotton, Thin Fabricaé- it showed.
[SCENE 5]
It was damn arousing and my dick was getting rock hard, literally. CCC-CC-Cr-reakk-k. . .(the bathroom door opened)
Before I could contemplate what to do next, I saw her coming out wrapped in blue towel slightly revealing her enticing & seductive cleavage. She looked at me and within a nanosecond covered her bosom by her nearby kept green-Armani-top.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”, she erupted like a volcano,”-CAN’T YOU KNOCK???”.
“AY-AY-I-just-came-to-take-my-laptop-and-call-you-for-dinner-I-knocked-but-you-didnt-rply-if-you-think-I-med-any-offenc-SORRY!-for-my-misbehavior-it-was not-intended-at-all-trust-me!”,I blurted out in a single breath and raised my left hand for gesture.
This was the most disappointing moment of my life- my heart almost ripped out. Her bra was still in between my fingers; she stared straight into my face. I could feel her penetrating stare that was shouting oonly one word-“JUSTIFY!”.
First time in my life, I was feelinG so ashamed and speechless; and I replied, “It was fallen down on the floor and so I lifted it up and was just about to put it on chair and you came”. I avoided to look at her and rushed towards the door with a sigh.
“WAIT!”, she uttered,”-and what about my blouse?!”
I was perplexed and looked at her; she was looking towards my other hand. Ooh shit! Her blouse was still there and I desperately admitted my guilt by saying nothing and left the room.
[SCENE 6]
We all had our luscious dinner collectively with a hearty conversation. Nitya aunty asked me about my life in IIT and so and so forth. My mom asked Devyani about her studies and all. I got to know that she was doing her graduation in English Literature from St. Stephen College (DU); alongwith this, she was learning Spanish and Salsa hand-in-hand. During dinner, we never talked except once she asked me to pass the custard. Few times our eyes met, but I was feeling ashamed to face her.
The weather was a bit warm owing to the afternoon rain and eveningn the breeze was not blowing- almost dead. Nitya aunty enquired, “Priya, where Ricky will sleep?”
“Ahoy, Nitya don’t worry, he’ll sleep in the drawing room, he is accustomed to sleep there”, she answered while givingg me a try-to-understand motherly look. I passed on a feeble smile.
“But Priya, there is no AC in drawing room and tonight’s weather is a bit warm and humid; he might find it difficult to sleep “, Nitya aunty declaimed half-worriedly. I was hardly concentrating on their talk and was enjoying my favourite chocolate cake.
My mom chuckled, “Nah, he’ll adjust yaar; he is a very tough-going son of mine.”
“However, he can share room with Devyani, if he doesn’t have any problem”, Nitya aunty suggested. I hiccoughed and got electrified. My spoon fell down the table and I enunciated, “Sorry, please excuse!” and bent down to get it.
After a moment, my mom X-rayed me for few seconds and I looked away. Then, my mom turned to the damn-superhot-babe. “Devyani beta! Won’t you find any problem with sharing room with Ricky for a night?”, my mom simply asked. My heartbeat tripled and I looked at the babe sideways. She examined me for 4-5 seconds (perhaps, she was reading my mind) and replied, “I hope there would not be any problem!” My heart stopped beating for few milliseconds; literally my body benumbed and gallons of adrenaline diffused in each and every cell of mine.
[SCENE 7]
“You sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor”, I stated innocently to the reincarnated-Marilyn-Monroe who was looking infinitely superb in green Armani top and purple hot pants. Her brownish-black hairs were touching her perfectly-rounded-slightly-tapered-breast and were covering her face fitfully whenever she gesticulated during the colloquy.
She gave me her killing arousing look, smiled erotically and got busy in tying her hairs with purple hair band. “Do not tie them, they make you look even more beautiful covering your face unevenly!”, I exclaimed boldly. A smile hovered again on her juicy lips (this time a bit longer). She kept her hair band on the table and looked at me lovingly and said, “You IIT guys even know how to flirt, I can’t believe? I’m impressed!” She smiled again showing her pink tongue rolling childishly over her straight-white-teeth.
“Come and sit over here”, she requested. WHOOPEEE! ( my soul jumped and did summer-saults). I did not want to show any urgency, so I waited for half a minute and slowly moved to the right side of the bed. [25% Mission Accomplished!
[SCENE 8]
She came a bit closer to me, making her appetizing sweet smelling body to claim its presence evenmore profoundly. “Hi! I’m Angel”, she jovially spoke and forwarded her right hand for a hand shake. I clasped her hands firmly giving her a strong grasp and kissed gently on the back of palm for almost a second and said ,”Folks call me Ricky; but your name is Devyani na?!”
She was taken aback and blushed, but came to normal after a minute. She threw a pillow on my face and laughed gleefuly, looking even even more gorgeous with a fairy like resemblance. “Yeah! But, Angel is my pet name, friends call me so!”, she clarified while doing something in her iPhone.
I took the chance and commented, “Checking boyfriend’s messages! Huh?!”
“Nope! I don’t have any boyfriend”, she calmly replied,”-you like Metallica?”, she enquired.
“Yeah! By the way, Iron Maiden is also quiet blood-curdling!”, I hastily answered. She nodded and played- ‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’- a masterpiece with perfect metal works.
[SCENE 9]
In the meanwhile, my mom and Nitya aunty came for couple of minutes to check whether we had adjusted or were still fighting. On seeing us giggling, they wished us ‘Good Night’ and told us to sleep early. As both of them stepped out, Angel started grinning and mimicing her mom,”. . .sleep early. . .- Huh! My foot!”
[SCENE 10]
After couple of minutes, as per Angel’s entreaty, I locked the door from inside and we started chit-chatting about other’s personnel as well as social life. Angel asked me a lot of things about IIT, my past life, hobbies and interests.
“That means, you didn’t make any girlfriend after you broke up with your ex-gf in class twelfth?”, she finally deducted. I nodded slowly. I was sitting on the bed while she was lying on it with her legs kept on the table. I was staring like a hungry dog on her milky white legs- switching my gaze in synchronization from her legs to breast that was going up and down- slowly. .steadily. .killingly.!
The fruity scent of her moist olive-skin and her mesmerising childish innocence alngwith her appetizing sweetness was pouring strong currents of molten metal inside my blood vessels. I really didn’t know ‘how’ or ‘why’; but undoubtedly, she was driving me hornier and hornier by each passing second! My dick was rock-hard for almost half an hour, paining and making a clear bulge on my Pepe shorts- even after controlled by my Jockey underwear.
The only wish, I wished at that time was to get drowned in the tidal waves of her beauty of her dangerous curves; so as to fuck her hard, to fuck her whole day, to fuck her whole night, to fuck her with all my might! (WHOOSH! Those memories still set goose bumps on my skin!)
“In spite of all this, from how long are you reading these Playboy and other pornographic magazines?”, she asked bluntly.
“What-“,I retorted,”-I don’t read it, who told you all this stuff?”
“My eyes-“, she said pointing towards her sexy grey eyes,”-told me; even dozens of copies are there beneath the cupboard!”
“You touched my cupboard, how dare you-. . .”, I was stopped in the middle of my justification.
“DON’T PRETEND TO BE NAIVE-“, she said slowly pressing stress on each word,”- as far as the physique is concerned, you are a real man with 6 feet height, charming, handsome-“
“I’m 5′ 11″”, I corrected her in between.
“WHATEVER, BUT INSIDE DWELLS A SEX-ADDICT!”, she said with a snigger.
“I’m not a sex-addict”, I advocated myself confidently.
“THEN, WHAT IS THIS??”, she said showing me the condom packets that I sometime used to masturbate. My face turned crimson red. “WHERE DID YOU FIND IT??”, I asked her almost inaudibly.
“I found out a lot of uncommon things after cleaning your mismanaged room to make it worth living”, she stated with a wide grin. I said nothing due to embarrassment, my face and ears had turned red hot.
“ARE YOU A GAY?!”, she bombarded another query.
“NOOOO WAY!!!”, I almost shrieked and stoop up while denying.
“Hey! Calm down, calm down, I just asked out of curiosity-“, she paused and then added,”-because almost all IITs guys are weird!”, she guffawed.
[SCENE 11]
I jumped on the bed instantaneously, held her tightly by arms and vocalized in her ear, “I’m straight, if in doubt, try me!”
I could feel her warm breath on my right cheek. After that, I sat back on my position. She tittered nervously while rubbing her arm which had turned red and she verbalized, “N-No thanks! By the way, I do not believe you are an IIT guy!”
And I enquired, “Can I know the reason that made you think so??”
She replied, “You are so strong, having heavily-built-body, without specs and dark circles under your eyes; you moreover you are sweet and bold; so, my doubt is justifiable!”
(Suddenly, I felt like I was on cloud nine. I swear.)
“That may be because, I exercise an hour a day daily in the IIT gym and I do not have any bad habits”, I articulated showing her my 19-inches biceps. Her eyes widened and she said, “Please, excuse! If you do not mind, I’ve to go to bathroom.”
“Why would I mind!?”, I disclaimed watching her a little uncomfortable. She stood up slowly and went across the study-table to the bathroom. Verily speaking, I was quiet astonished by my confidence and courageous moves.
[SCENE 12]
I readjusted the AC temperature; opened my laptop and started going through some HD hard-core-pornography. After few minutes, she came out of the bathroom and I kept aside the laptop and looked innocent. She came and sat beside me; after a moment, she chortled. I was a bit puzzled and found out that the reason for her laugh was my bulge in my shorts. I blushed and envisaged, “Please, excuse!” and ran to the bathroom.
[SCENE 13]
I bolted up the bathroom door and released my 7-inch penis out of the prison. Stroked it hardly and gave it a couple of jerks and sprinkled cold water on it to comfort my manhood libido. When it calmed down, I splashed water on my face and breathed deeply. As I turned to unlatch the door, I saw a light blue bra and panty right beneath the basin. I took it up and it was still warm. The panty was fully wet and again my pony started to claim its presence in my shorts proudly. I smelled and licked the wet panty. .OO GOSH, It was my first time! Moreover, it was so salty and tasty-an unexplainable entity. After my 5 minutes fantasy, I prepared for the wrestling that was about to happen on the bed, for that I was damn sure. And then,I opened the bathroom door!
[SCENE 14]
Oo sucks! She was watching something on the laptop. As she witnessed my presence, she kept it aside, smiled seductively biting her lips. Her tits were fully erect and were protruding out and were claiming their presence in her top. I noticed that she had changed her hot pants to a mini white skirt, in the meanwhile.
The cast iron was orange hot and the only thing it needed was a forging operation at the correct time with tremendous pressure and skills. To tease her further, I said, “It’s late, you go to sleep, I’m going to drawing room to take rest. Talk to you later!”
And I hurriedly stepped forward to take pillow and blanket. And with a strike of lighting, she caught by hand and lectured me not to pretend to be too innocent and childish. She pulled me on the cosy bed with extraordinary power and rode over my ready-to-war body.! YEAH, THE WAR HAD JUST BEGUN!
[SCENE 15]
“Kiss me right here, right now!”, she ordered demandingly showing her slender neck. She shifted her hairs at the back with her eyes burning into her deepest longings. My moist thoughts were flowing invariably and ultimately igniting the testosterone secretion in my gymnast-body.
“…Make me burn in orgasms, eat me Ricky, rip my body…”, she whispered in my ears with her lips pressed upon my chest.
I gave her a bite at the sideways of her beautiful neck and she moaned,”Ahhhhhhh Ummh!” I put my palm on her mouth instantly so as to suppress the sound and scolded her, “HAVE YOU GONE CRAZY!?” I slowly complained, “Do not make any sound baby, please!”
I kissed her passionately all over and she responded equally well!
Then she extended her pink tongue outside her mouth and enunciated, “HERE!” And we both indulged in a super-charged French kissing session that almost lasted for 20-25mins. We kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed with tongues rolling inside- slowly and steadily- exchanging saliva, emotions and love.
[SCENE 16]
Our eyes locked, further heightening the urgency as our clothes were begging to be torn and thrown. Skin met skin on the waves of unadulterated passion as blood pumped hot inside our bodies. Adrenaline was rushing at the speed of light to each and every nook and corner of our entangled bodies. It seemed like there was no tomorrow, perhaps it was- momentarily true!
Her body was emitting heat like a perfectly black body with emissivity constt, e=1. I lifted her up and threw her onto the cosy bed. Ripped her top and saw the two perfect white boobs and crushed them under iron-palm-grip. And started sucking and chewing her pink tits. She yelled, “NO! Be gentle, biting hurts!” (and slapped me hard); but I continued because she was my bitch tonight and I was in no mood to leave this fucking chance. She continued slapping me and I continued biting her. Then she slipped her hand under my shorts and looked at me like a baby longing for a lollipop. I got rid of my shorts and innerwear; afterwards,she started giving me blowjob- not an incredible one but a nice one. After a while, we adjusted ourselves in 69-position. I unhooked her skirt and rolled my tongue over her warm wet cunt.
[SCENE 17]
“. .Ahh. .uuh. .umaah. .aaah. .”, she moaned with snivels in her own ecstasy and it seemed to be ‘Angel lost in her own wonderland’. Her pussy was continually liberating love juices and smelled like rotten fish. However, I continued licking her clitoris and love hole and asshole; in short, I tougue fucked her for some time. Suddenly, she squirted and my face was covered with a barrel of sticky love juices. I was amazed and she looked at me innocently and apologised, “Sorry!” I spanked her ass in return and drank it as much as I can and rubbed rest of it off my face with her mini skirt lying beside me.
After it, we licked eachother’s bodies’ each and every part- toes, fingers, ears, portion at the back of the knees (try it sometime), elbows, belly, thighs, back and so on and so forth. As my dick was hard as hell and dying to be in her vagina, I pointed her my pony then at her pussy, with a surge of hope. SHE almost shrieked, “HELL NO! I’M A VIRGIN, IT’LL PAIN LIKE HELL!” and looked away. I held her tightly and forced to lie down and guided my cock to her hole. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I begged, “Angel, please!” ,again-SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I stood in anger and went to the window and looked out at the never-sleeping Mumbai.
[SCENE 18]
She came and stood by me after a while and looked out and then looked at me and pleaded, “Please! Try to understand-” and started to kiss me gently. But, I didn’t respond and turned away. Then she held my face, turned to her and ogled in my eyes. Her grey eyes were so deep, so cute, so beautiful, so childish, and so seductive!
Anyway, she murmured slowly, “What if it’ll pain??” and waited for my answer. Then I lifted her up on the window pane, kissed her on the forehead and replied, “Trust me Angel, it won’t!” and our kissing session again restarted.
[SCENE 19]
I raised her by my arm after 10mins and gently placed her on the spongy bed. We were in missionary position and as I was about to put my penis inside her cunt, the bitch shrieked again. “WHAT?!”, I annoyingly asked. She delineated by putting her finger in mouth, “Use condoms, please!” I smiled and opened a condom that was kept below the pillow and donned it on my courageous and lucky cock. She again came up with the words, “Please, be nice and slow.” I smiled treacherously and she smiled back.
I slowly tried to put it in her cunt, but what-the-hell, it was so tight as if there was no hole at all and her cunt denied its entry. Patiently, I tried my best again and again and again, but of no use at all.
Then I collected all my might and with utmost of my power and at super-sonic speed-BANG! BANG! BANG! – 3 powerful energetic strokes without any mercy. And before she could shout at 120dB, I placed my palm over her mouth firmly and 1…2…3 – three more powerful strokes. Tears rolled over her cheeks, eyes went bloody red and body shivered in pain.
[SCENE 20]
BANG! – this time it was not my dick, but it was the table lamp. Yeah, the table lamp- which immensely helped me to study the innumerable night hours to get into IIT- was the real culprit now. It missed an inch to my left eye and hit obliquely to my nose, which was now bleeding like hell. Angel cried in pain, “MOMMY!” and went straight to the bathroom with some clothes that she picked from her bag on her way!
[SCENE 21]
I was feeling sorry for her and was burning in guilt. I placed the lamp back to the study-table and touched my nose. Oo shit! Warm blood was still coming out of it. She had thwacked it with all her power, perhaps. Then I looked at the bed and my body trembled in nausea- as it was covered fully with only one thing- BLOOD! My stomach ached and I looked away at the clock. It showd- 03:20am!
[SCENE 22]
KNOCK! KNOCK!
“WHAT HAPPENED DEVYANI, IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT???-“, it was Nitya aunty’s worried voice. Literally, my heartbeats stopped and mind went to coma. Few seconds passed. “Ricky! BETA OPEN THE DOOR!”, my mom shouted at high-pitch on the door.
My body benumbed and freezed like a glacier- immovable, cold and senseless. This eerie and apprehensive situation was ebbing my capabilities to think-and-act. I stood electrified, covered the whole bed with blanket, rubbed the blood and sweat from my face with Angel’s white-mini-skirt and untimately, threw it under the bed. Then I ran hurriedly to the door, stopped a bit, breathed deeply couple of times, prayed to God and unlatched the door.
(This was the most frightening and challenging situation of my life till now- a slight mistake at that time-and my life would be gone!)
[SCENE 23]
Nitya aunty and my mom rushed inside within a second. “WHAT HAPPENENED RICKY, WHERE IS DEVYANI???”, Nitya aunty asked impatiently. I looked at her and then at my mom, who was looking suspicious.
“Aunty, S-SS-She in the bathroom”, I stammered.
“IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT??”, she enquired further and without listening a word from me, she stepped to the bathroom door and knocked hard.
“Devya. .Devya beta. .OPEN THE DOOR!”, she shouted with a voice showing her ultimate care and love towards her daughter. After half a minute, Angel opened the door with water dripping from her face, eyes still red. “WHAT HAPPENED DEVYA, WHY YOU SCREAMED?? SPEAK!”, Nitya aunty insanely asked.
Angel looked at me; I touched my nose vacuously and gazed straight in her eyes with apology. She looked away and turned to her mom. “M-MAMA, actually I saw a very horrible dream, it was very very horrifying mama!”, she stated. It sounded extremely childish and naivé and genuine. Nitya aunty hugged her tightly and asked did she cry or what? Why her eyes were red? Angel waited and answered, “Mamma, actually little bit of soap got into my eyes that’s why, may be…”,she uttered and hugged her mom back.
[SCENE 24]
Then I felt that the girls are the- impeccable-born-liars in the world. I barely managed not to smile but my paining nose helped me to manage it. I looked at my mom and she was still looking straight at me. Oo gosh! I nervously and innocenttly asked, “NOW WHAT??!”
“Nothing, haven’t you slept?”, she simply said.
“M-Mommy, because of her shriek I woke up otherwise I was in deep slumber”, I admitted with all my acting-capabilities.
“Okay, go and sleep now”, my mom caringly advised.
“Devyani, let’s go, sleep with us”,Nitya aunty suggested. Angel peeped at me; I looked down. She said maintaining a smile, “I’m completely fine mamma, please go and sleep, bbye good night!” I was still feeling a surge of guilt in my soul. After 5 minutes of more melodrama, moms vanished from the room!
[SCENE 25]
As our moms foot-steps died, I looked at Angel, she was staring straight at me! What was going in her mind, I tried to figure out; but got defeated. As I also moved to the exit, she uttered slowly, “STOP!” She went to the door,latched it and stepped towards me. SLAP! and then again SLAP!–and I quivered at my place.
I noticed that she had changed to white-khaki salwar-kameez. But what did it matter to me? NOTHING!
She slowly went back to bed and sank onto it. I could she her walking unevenly through her way to the bed. I stood there for a moment and rushed out of the room!
[SCENE 26]
I gazed blankly at the drawing room ceiling- with heavy eyes that were then paining along with my nose and cheeks. I closed my eyes and was contemplating about the series of uneven & unexpected events that happened with me for the past few hours. In the meanwhile, I felt warm lips upon that of mine; it was Angel’s, obviously. BEFORE I could say anythng, I was refrained from speaking, as she held her soft palm on my mouth gently. SHE held her lips close to my ears, I could feel her uneven warm breathes on my sweating neck. And then she vocalized in her lovely voice, “Let’s go hubby-“, she waited and then added, “-for the 2nd innings!”
[SCENE 27]
And there we were- on the bed, on the study table, on the window pane, on the floor, yeah…even in the bathroom- doing only 3 thngs- SEX, SEXX AND A LOT OF SEXXX!
We tried almost everything- missionary, sewing, doggy style, scissors, oral sex, boob fucking and even anal sex (but failed). I also exclusively penetrated her deep in butterfly position, spoons position by coital alignment. Cowgirl position, standing and lap sex were accompanied heavily with her moans. .Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahs and Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs. .
But most of time, we were in missionary because she was unable to stand for long time, as her hymen was broken just an hour ago. I stimulated her G-spot and we enjoyd heavy orgasms in a bare minimum difference of hardly 3-4 seconds. I cummed thrice- once in her cunt, once on her breast and once on her faces! All time I was hearing- “Ricky,fuck me hard!”, “Make me your bitch!”, etc etc with erotic and ecstatic moans! Truly, that was my dick’s happiest night! And on that night,it was supposed to long last- and IT DID! 😉
[SCENE 28]
Being totally exhausted, we lastly cleaned the room, it was already a quarter to six in clock. We arranged the room and piled up all dirty clothes and the bed-sheet for next day rigorous wash.
“So, bring me a dozen packets of I-PILLs today”,she demanded.
“WHY??”, I asked notoriously.
“Because I do not want to be the mothr of your baby so early!”, she replied in her unusual erotic way.
“That means, you want me to be the father of our baby, sometime in the future!”, I logically deduced.
She jumped and made a leap on me like a wild cat and shouted, “YES,I DO!”
And then again, we smooched and snogged and kissed and caressed and licked. . .
[EPILOGUE]
Our sexual experiments went to a new horizon in next 3 days. And Angel promised me to persuade her mom to come to my home in my next semester break. Sitting on my desk in IIT Hostel, still counting the days remaining for my rendezvous with my Angel-my Sex Goddess and my cute girlfriend and my-would-be-wife! Please do send us your blessings for our happy life. Hope you all enjoyed! Thanks for reading my experience! 🙂
Lastly, I would like to wish you all a happy and adventurous life…In addition, if you need any need or suggestions on studies or couselling, you are free to contact me through my e-mail address..BBYE GOOD LUCK! 😉