It was raining heavily when the auto stopped outside my apartment. Despite the protection provided by the auto rickshaw I was completely drenched and my clothes were clinging to her body like second skin. I knew that the contours of my breasts would be visible and hence I had the money ready in my hand. I did not want to give the auto driver an opportunity to ogle and well, get ideas. As the auto sped off, I entered the apartment and the first thing I did was to kick off my sandals.
The next thing I did was to switch on the light and looked at myself in the mirror. God! It was good that I had disposed off the auto from outside because my dark nipples could clearly be seen through the now transparent T shirt.
I was sharing this one bedroom apartment with my friend Ritu for more than three months now. Initially when I shifted from Delhi to Bangalore due to work commitments, I stayed at a women’s hostel where I met Ritu. Soon we became good friends and decided to rent an apartment as it gave us much more freedom.
Ritu had been inviting me to come and stay with her parents for quite some time (she belonged to Mumbai). Ritu was to leave early next morning for Mumbai by flight and since I was not as well off as her I decided to travel by train to Mumbai and come back by flight with Ritu. I had expected Ritu to be home but was quite surprised to see that she had not yet returned.
I picked up my cell phone and dialled Ritu’s number.” Oh hi! I got absolutely drenched, yaar. What it will take you some more time. God! Ritu, you are absolutely impossible! You have to leave early. Anyway I am downing two sleeping pills, so will see you either in the morning or in Mumabi.”
Now for some sleep, I thought. I had planned to sleep in the jeans and T shirt I was wearing but now that option was not available since they were wet. Well, the next best option I had was to sleep topless. A skimpy panty would have to do the duty of a nightwear. Both I and Ritu had seen each other nude many times but both took care never to stare. And frankly I had never slept topless before but today it was more because of necessity than for any other reason. I was far to tired to take out nightwear from the suitcase which I had so painstakingly packed for the trip to Mumbai.
I took off almost all my clothes before entering the small room that served as a dressing room for the two of us. Once inside I permitted myself some vanity and admired my nude self. For the benefit of the readers, I have slender neck, flawless satin skin, shapely breasts capped by chocolatish brown nipples with small areola, sparse hair in the shaped pussy which did not do much to hide the lips of the labia, a pair of long and lovely legs. I have a long and black beauty spot not unlike the shape of a heart, which is situated at the top of my right thigh. I took out a sheet to cover myself and wrapped it clumsily around my waist. Going to the bedroom, I bent towards the side drawer and fumbled in the medicine box for the sleeping pills. I could not find any so I switched off the light and tried to sleep just like that.
I could not remember the time but after a while I heard the sound of a motor cycle arriving and the voice of two people. God, Ritu must be nuts I thought, arriving on a motorcycle in this rain. I started feeling nervous. Ritu was not alone and here I was in the bed virtually nude. Hopefully whosoever had come to drop her would leave soon. After all he too would want to get to wherever he was staying. Nevertheless, despite these thoughts, I felt nervous and aroused at the same time.
The bedroom door opened. Ritu stopped in the doorway when she noticed that the light was out.
“Oh. She’s already asleep,” Ritu said. She stood there for a moment, evidently at a loss. “I was thinking that, well, she’d just excuse herself and go somewhere else.”
“Hey, it’s okay. And by the way where would she go in this rain” said a deep voice, a male voice. “I’ll just head back to my place. I’ve had a great time …”
“You’re not going anywhere. You will fall ill.” Ritu said firmly. “Come on in. We can whisper. Sandhya will sleep through it anything.”
“Are you sure?”
In response, I could hear the guy being dragged towards Ritu’s bed. Oh, hell, I thought. Now what am I supposed to do? I should probably say something; let them know that I’m really awake. But a moment later it was too late: I heard two bodies hitting Ritu’s bed, followed by a high-pitched, drunken giggle from Ritu. That idiot of a girl has had drinks and that too when she has to leave early in the morning.
“You’re sure she’s asleep?” the guy asked.
His voice was deeply masculine, even as a whisper. I imagined a broad, muscular chest and dark hair.
“God, Ritu. You are all wet!” he continued before Ritu could answer.
Ritu did not reply but I could hear the sound of Ritu getting out of clothes. This was leading to something that I had not imagined in my wildest dreams. Two young girls..one almost nude, another getting nude, night time and a young man. What if he just raped us! Perhaps I should do what I was in bed for I thought, i.e., try to fall asleep.
But it was no use. I couldn’t fall asleep. The thoughts of the wild party in Delhi during my college days where I nearly got fucked kept on coming into my mind (my earlier narration “Erotic Night”). Maybe just a quick peek, I thought. I hesitated for a moment, and then rolled over as silently as I could. Very cautiously, I raised my eyelids a sliver. I was facing across the small room towards Ritu’s bed. I eyes had got accoustmed to the darkness; Ritu and her friend were visible on the bed, though only just. They lay on their sides, the guy with his back to me. Ritu had her arms around him and she had pushed up his shirt so that her hands caressed the bare skin of his back. The couple seemed to be kissing enthusiastically. And he did indeed have broad shoulders and dark hair, just as I had known he would.
Ritu had taken off her jeans which was understandable. After all she was wet as a fish. Now she sat up and reached for the hem of her tank top.
My eyelashes still blocked my view a little, giving the scene a muddled sense of unreality. Ritu moved in dreamy slow motion, drawing her shirt gradually upwards. The smooth skin of her waist came into view first, then the slightly rounded stomach, then the sheer bra. I knew that Ritu was fond of delicate and expensive lingerie. Finally, Ritu wiggled her torso to get the top over her shoulders. Her face disappeared for a moment as she extracted her hair. She threw the top in my direction, and I caught my breath, but Ritu didn’t notice. Her eyes were on the guy, savouring his reaction as the bra slid off her shoulders.
Ritu understood the effect her bare breasts were having on the boy. She looked down at him with a knowing smirk. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him. Her breasts touched him first, her hard nipples flattening against the exposed skin of his chest. Their arms went around each other and their lips met again, more urgently this time. Ritu’s hair fell over both of them
I tried to control myself, to calm my breathing. It seemed so loud. Could they hear me? Could they tell that I was awake? They were so close – I could smell the excitement steaming off of their skin. Ritu had begun to slowly wriggle her hips, grinding them against the guy’s crotch. He groaned audibly. Abruptly, he put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her butt and flipped her onto her back. Ritu giggled and lifted her head up to nibble at his ear.
In response he leaned over and I saw his tongue flick out and swirl around one nipple. Ritu gasped, and something inside me melted. A warmth flowed up from my center, making me feel light-headed and faint. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to control the feelings. But my nipples had become painfully hard, and the contact with my arms felt like an electric shock. I subconsciously slid one hand down between my legs.
The man pushed awkwardly at his boxer shorts. He lifted his hips and yanked the waistband until they began to move down, revealing a slim, muscular butt. I licked my lips nervously. He finally kicked his shorts off and lay on his side, wearing only his unbuttoned shirt. And then he got out of that as well, and he was completely naked. His dark, wavy hair lapped over his neck, down to where smooth muscles played under his shoulder blades as he pulled Ritu towards him. His back blocked my view of whatever they were doing.
Ritu was wearing a thong of some dark-colored material, navy blue or black, so that, from my point of view, she was naked from head to toe except for the thin waistband of her panties. The guy was running his hands along the curve of her bottom and over the backs of her legs.
Ritu’s shoulder began moving rhythmically. I couldn’t see her arm or hand, but I could guess what was happening. I was surprised to find that I was feeling frustrated that the guy’s cock was hidden, that I couldn’t tell if Ritu’s hand was really sliding along its length. His cock must be very hard by now, I thought, slanting out from his body, its tip dark from the blood surging through it.
For a moment my thoughts ran out of control. I saw myself pushing my covers aside and going over to Ritu’s bed, offering myself to them and having a threesome about which I had read so often. I closed her eyes tight. What was wrong with me? I wasn’t a voyeur. None of this had anything to do with her. If Ritu wanted to … to what? I shivered. Whoever this guy was, I was pretty sure she hadn’t seen him before and it was pretty obvious that Ritu was going to be fucked by him.
My breathing turned ragged. I couldn’t help myself. I slid my fingers underneath the waistband of my panties until they lay against my pussy. My folds felt swollen, slippery with moisture. my eyes were wide open now. If Ritu looked up, she’d surely know that I was watching her. It didn’t matter now. I felt reckless, wanton, half-wanting Ritu to notice. Would she invite me to join them? I could run my fingers over the guy’s butt, touch the smooth skin of his powerful shoulders.
I clenched my teeth. No, no, no. I had more control over myself than that – even if Ritu obviously didn’t. I took a deep breath and removed my hand from my panties. Just then the guy rolled onto his back with a breathless grunt. A little bit of stray light outlined the hard planes of his face, but I still couldn’t really see him. His cock, though – I could see that perfectly. Ritu had let go of it, and it seemed to stand out a mile from his hips, rising at a steep angle to his torso, quivering slightly, the head swelling to form a bulb at the end. Then Ritu’s hand was covering it again or part of it anyway. Either Ritu’s hand was awfully small, because his cock seemed to be as long as I had seen in some of the films and I had been told that it was all a trick photography.
Ritu slid her hand along the shaft and then just brushed the head with her fingertips. The guy groaned loudly and bucked his hips upwards. Somehow, his cock had grown even longer. Ritu just stared at it for a moment. Then she swept her hair over her shoulder, so that it fanned out across her bare back. Her face began to dip downwards.
Ritu didn’t hesitate. Her tongue darted out from between her glossy lips and teased the skin at the very tip of the guy’s cock. He jumped as if he’d been struck. Ritu giggled at his reaction, then did it again. This time the guy’s hips rose to meet her, and Ritu moved her lips over his cock head, her lips rolling the foreskin back and swallowed the head halfway down. My eyes picked up the smallest details: Ritu’s lips bulging outwards as they passed over the ridge that separated his cock tip from the shaft. Their arousal filled the small dark room, saturating that part of my brain that controlled my breathing and my body temperature. I was perspiring, the panty and bedsheet unbearably hot against my skin. I had to get them off now.
I fought for control over myself. Panty off, I decided. After all how will they or anyone know what I was or was not wearing! I skinned my panties down my thighs as discreetly as I could. God! I was as nude as the day I was born! My hand went back between my legs. I was dripping down there. Everything was tender and slippery; I was almost afraid to touch myself, I was so sensitive. I bit my lips and slid my index finger along the outer lips of my pussy, picking up some of the moisture, using it to lubricate the passage of my finger over my clit. I knew that my breathing was too loud and that I was lying in a completely unnatural position as I struggled to see everything that was happening in the next bed. But it was obvious that Ritu and her boyfriend weren’t paying any attention to me. They were lost in their own little world. Ritu held the guy’s cock in one hand and swirled her tongue around the tip, pausing to nuzzle it with her lips. The guy grunted every time her tongue touched him. Ritu was kneeling between his outstretched legs now, and her breasts swung freely each time she dipped her head.
Suddenly, Ritu sat up. My heart skipped a beat. Had Ritu sensed that I was watching? No. Her attention was still on her boyfriend. Or, more accurately, on his groin. She rubbed his cock head idly between her fingers. Then she crawled over him so that her hips were positioned above his. I felt an odd sense of relief. Ritu was still wearing her thong which was a bit strange because I knew that it was just a matter of time before that man fucked Ritu.
Ritu hadn’t let go of the guy’s cock. In fact she held it firmly now. Ritu was … she was pulling the crotch of her panties to one side and nudging the guy’s cock towards the entrance of her pussy! I started to feel light-headed again. Ritu closed her eyes and shifted her hips back and forth. I couldn’t see the critical area very well, but it looked like he wasn’t going inside her very far. With every forward movement, Ritu let out a little high-pitched gasp. His cock head must be … it must be hitting her clit, I thought. My own pussy began to throb. I squeezed down on it with my hand, but that just made it worse, almost painful.
Suddenly a quiver ran through me and I made a startled “oh” sound. I had just cum, I realized. Normally my climaxes take forever to build up, but this one just happened all at once. My body contracted, sending my fingers deeper into my pussy. What’s happening to me? I wondered. I felt almost as desperate at Ritu, who was still wriggling against her boyfriend. Finally, Ritu made a frenzied shift of her hips, and his cock moved inside her. His cock seemed so long and thick, I thought. He wouldn’t fit all the way, would he?
But he did. Their loins mashed together, Ritu’s tiny patch of hair rubbing against his thick nest of black curls. Ritu held still for one long, agonizing moment, then began to heave up and down. Her motions became more and more violent and her breasts bounced, changing shape, flattening on her chest as she crashed against the guy’s hips.
I was rubbing myself without any sense of restraint now. My skin was shining with a sheen of perspiration. I knew that anyone looking in my direction would know exactly what I was doing. But it didn’t matter. I couldn’t stop. My breathing became louder and harsher, mirroring the sounds that were coming from Ritu’s bed. I shook as another orgasm hit me and a loud moan rose from deep in my chest.
The guy reached up and put his hands over Ritu’s breasts. She leaned forward to intensify the contact.
“Nikhil,” she said breathlessly.
So that was his name, I thought.
“Yes, right … there,” Ritu said. A hard jolt ran through Ritu’s body. Her butt slammed down again and again.
For a moment I felt oddly disconnected, as if I was watching the scene from somewhere else – the naked couple on the bed, no longer making any attempt to keep their passion quiet or discreet … even in the rain the whole neighbourhood must be listening to their cries and their bodies slapping wetly together – the single girl a few feet away, eyes wide, panties lying somewhere in the bed; otherwise fully nude, a sheet only partly covering her super-heated body, long bare legs exposed now, pale in the dim light, one hand buried deep in her pussy. It all seemed to drift into slow-motion. The guy – Nikhil – moved his hand to grip Ritu’s butt. She scooped her hips forward and arched her back, her breasts thrust forward, nipples hard and swollen, long hair hanging straight down her back. She froze in that position, a trickle of sweat dripping between her breasts, across her stomach, and pooling in her belly button.
Nikhil’s body convulsed once, then again as he dug his fingers into the flesh of Ritu’s bottom, and he emitted a harsh, drawn-out “ahhh”. Ritu seemed to soften, drawing in her breath in a long sigh and collapsed slowly onto Nikhil’s chest. I felt a flood of warmth against my hand. An unbearably intense sensation rushed outward from my center, spreading through my body. I knew I was breathing too hard, too quickly, but there was no way I could control what was happening to me. The warm, melting feeling filled me completely, flowing out into my fingers and toes until my skin burned and everything turned hazy and indistinct.
A long time later, the room was much brighter; I was feeling groggy, as if I had too much to drink the night before. I came slowly to my senses, remembering what had happened after Ritu had come back to our room and had promptly got fucked. Just like that. As if it was no big deal! I looked over at my alarm clock and noticed that it was nearly five AM. Okay, fine.
My train was in the noon. If I got moving now, I would have time for a shower and a quick breakfast. I would have to wait a little longer to sort out what had happened the night before.
I took stock. My panties, wherever they were, were probably a lost cause. But so what! I rolled off the bed, bare feet landing on the cold tile floor, still trying to clear my head. It was another minute before I realized that I had company. In the form of Nikhil, the same guy who had fucked Ritu the previous night.
The covers were pulled up to Nikhil’s chest. He had been sleeping with me after fucking Ritu and I had not even noticed it. I was amazed.
As I stared at him, I felt a familiar tingling in my pussy. Just then, Nikhil opened his eyes. We looked at each other for a long awkward moment. I could see his face properly now. It was a pleasant face, a thoughtful and seemingly intelligent one, certainly not the brainless party dude I had expected. And the wavy hair I had seen last night was even darker than I had previously thought, a deep, glossy black that went beautifully with his flinty gray eyes.
“Ah, hi,” he said. “Surprised?”
I smiled, despite being myself. “Sure. But surely you should explain.”
“Well. .to be honest. I always found you sexy. You perhaps didn’t notice me but even I work for the same organisations as you do. And I really couldn’t believe my luck that you were sharing the room with Ritu. Though Ritu did not notice but I did.” He said smugly.
“Notice what?” I was surprised at my own response. I was nude in bed with a guy as nude as me and I was not all that perturbed.
“Noticed that you were awake and could see what we were doing. I could also see that you were nude.” He said knowingly.
“I was not nude.” I protested.
“Well, you were when I joined you.” He laughed.
“Look, I am a conservative girl and whatever you have seen of my body was not with my consent. Moreover it will soon be morning. Why don’t you leave?”
“Firstly, you are not conservative. As per my information conservative girls don’t sleep nude. And you appeared to be enjoying yourself thoroughly when I was fucking you.” He said seriously.
“You what?” I almost screamed.
“Fucking you.” He said seriously.
“Will you shut up? What do you think I am a drug addict that I wouldn’t know if I was being fucked?” I said angrily/
“Aw come on!” he drawled. ” I was just joking. I did not fuck you. Happy? But those who fucked you must be lucky guys. You have got pretty feet, manicured polished nails. My weakness. An anklet! Oh my God! Icing on the cake. A nude girl wearing nothing but nail polish and perfume. I felt like dumping Ritu and fucking you then and there but decided to wait till morning.”
“By the way, nobody has fucked me. And how did you get in?” I asked as I proceeded to tie my hair in a bun.
“That’s strange. If you have not been fucked as yet, you should get fucked now. So far as your second question is concerned, well, Ritu hid the key so that you could go out of the other door and collect it. I was feeling sleepy and horny so I came and well, lay next to your warm and soft body.”
“You are so shameless.” I said and got up. I suddenly felt awkward being naked in front of Nikhil. He however sensed my feeling and said “Its okay. I have seen you so go ahead and use the bathroom if you feel like.”
I shrugged my shoulders and opened my suitcase to take out the clothes that I would wear after a shower. As I bent down, I felt Nikhil’s cockhead nuzzling in my pussy lips as his fingers ruffled my sparse pubic hair.
“Will you behave yourself?” I snarled at him turning around.
“Oh sorry. what to do about this?” he said pointing to his erect cock.
“How the hell am I to know? You just fucked Ritu!”
“”Okay I’ll sit on the bed and won’t bother you. Just come and suck it. I would never forgive myself if I did not give you the pleasure of sucking my cock.”
“You must be out of your mind!” I said as I moved towards the bathroom.
“Please!” His hand covered my bare breast.” If I am asking you to suck a part of my body I am doing you a favour. If you asked me to say…suck your nipples you would be doing me a favour.”
“You are impossible.” I laughed. I ran my hand over his shaft, rolled the foreskin back and as I took the head of his cock in my mouth he put his hand behind my head and due to the pressure at least half of his cock went in my mouth almost gagging me.
“I was just thinking that if your mouth is so wet and tight, how nice your pussy would be. Yours is so nicely shaped, that it was a lovely contrast to the girls I have fucked.”
I got up and again started towards the bathroom.
“Hey, your ass is as pretty as is your pussy.” he called. Just as I was about to close the door, I noticed that he was by my side.
Suddenly, with no warning, Nikhil, bent down and took my exposed left nipple into his mouth. I was shocked; my nipple was shocked, for I was taken completely by surprise. I gasped. I was not expecting this. I laughed once, more out of astonishment than out of any pleasure, tried to pull my body back and told him sharply to stop. But he held me in place while he continued to suck on my nipple and didn’t stop. I put my hands on his shoulders and urged him away from me with as much strength as I had. But he was bigger and stronger. He kept sucking my nipple. He had his hands on my sides, partially around my back, gripping me tightly, and secured my chest to his mouth. Now I felt my nakedness, so exposed and helpless. I looked around frantically for help, and then realized that this was a room where no help could be had. I slapped his arms and shoulders with my hands, but this seemed to have no effect on him. He only licked and sucked the nipple harder. I was in turmoil – my nipple felt so wet and vulnerable, so helpless trapped in his mouth. Nikhil could feel it start to grow harder as he sucked on it.
I said more sternly, growing angry, “Stop this, I mean it… what are you doing? Get the hell off of me!”. Nikhil ignored me and kept sucking and licking the same nipple. I turned my head to the left and right, highly embarrassed by what was happening. I did not know how to react. Nevertheless I said stenly “OK, that’s enough!” But I could not get his mouth away from my chest. I made my hands into fists and beat upon the tops of his shoulders, with no real effect. I tried to pull his hair, but it was slippery with perspiration and my hands slipped off. I snarled, ” Nikhil, will you stop?”. He kept on assaulting the same nipple, sucking it in deeper and tickling the tip with his tongue. This went on for about a minute.
He felt my nipple harden further in his mouth against my will, becoming a stiff jutting point for his lips to tease. I was getting a little aroused in spite of my anger and resistance. He sucked harder and harder on my breast, not giving me a chance to recover my composure. I was distraught. I got tensed and writhed my body, trying to escape the desperately compelling sensations coming from his mouth and tongue. I tried pushing on his chest. But it was no use. I felt myself weakening from the struggle and from the pleasure I was reluctantly feeling. I tried to go back to the bedroom, but couldn’t. As we struggled, sharp jolts of pleasure emanated from my nipple, growing into my entire breast, suffusing my chest and spreading out to the rest of my body. His tongue danced around my nipple as he sucked, taunting me, teasing me, then focused onto the very tip, sending sharper charges of sensation through my chest. The battle between tongue and nipple continued. I cried out softly, “Oh No!” Nikhil only intensified his sucking.
I began to breathe in and out a little harder and my hands trying to move him from my breast were not pushing with as much force. I said again to him, more softly this time, “Please stop””. He kept on doing what he was doing, if anything, more intently. I felt dizzy, confused and dazed. I tried to concentrate on my will. I had to stop this now. But my nipples had always been my weak spot, extremely sensitive, exquisitely so, almost as erotic an area as my clitoris, and he was doing to me precisely what I could never withstand for long. I groaned in frustration and erotic agony as the man continuing his deep sucking of my breast.
Nikhil held me tightly by my sides and kept his mouth at the same breast, never wavering, always sucking, licking, teasing, and tormenting me as I struggled against his tongue, his mouth, his hands, his will. This went on for another minute, as if my breast and his mouth were locked in silent combat. As I fought against him, I felt myself growing panicky and desperately tried to cast my mind elsewhere, think of something else, ignore what he was doing to me, anything else …anything else…my house in Delhi, my college days, anything else… anything… else… but I felt my very soul was held by his tongue and lips, wrenched back from where I was trying to escape … from that place of refuge to here… to now, to myself, to my nudity, to my nipple, to the thrilling sensations he was giving me. Oh God, I could not escape. But I feared to give in. He sucked and licked and nibbled and delighted the tender flesh of my breast and brought me reluctantly back.
My head moved back just a little and I closed my eyes for just a moment. No! I had to keep my concentration. I had to. I could not yield to this man and his mouth. But I knew I was close to the point of surrendering, could not hold out much longer. I was breathing harder and I felt that my right nipple, the other one, had also become very hard now. I made little moaning, gasping sounds and kept my hands on Nikhil’s shoulders, pushing him away again, but realizing I had no real chance of getting him off of my nipple. My heart was beating wildly. I shook my head back and forth in frustration, in anguish, trying to clear my head, and grabbed the sides of his face, trying desperately to push it away. I had to escape this torment. It was my last chance to maintain my dignity, my pride. I fought to gather my resolve, my inner strength; I had to fight the sensations, try to resist, but his tantalizing touch, his tongue was gradually winning. I could not overcome the overwhelming sensations the sucking was giving me. I attempted yet again to escape by arching my upper body back away from the mouth, but he held me firmly in his grasp. His mouth never left my breast. He was driving me crazy. If only my nipples were not so tender and responsive. His tongue was maddening, exciting, insistent, hard, cruel, but… so sweet, upon this critical part of me. I had gotten so aroused, so excited, that I felt the fervent glow of this excitement start to move down lower, into my belly, caressing my thighs with warm tingles, spreading out tendrils of a vexing urgency, tremulously into my groin, where warmth and moisture and sexual pain meet so decisively. The cruel mouth never left my nipple.
“Oh God, what do you want?” I cried.
“I told you. Something has to be done about this.” He said as his cock nuzzled into the crack of my ass. I tensed my chest, pulling back, for I was afraid he would go for my nipples again with his mouth. Instead he reached his free hand down toward my vagina, exposed like the rest of me. He put his hand between my thighs before I could react, and quickly inserted his middle finger into me. I tried to close my legs and keep him out. I could not. My body jerked and then stiffened with this new intrusion. I cried out softly:
“Ohhhh! Noooo!”
However there was no resistance inside of me — I was already wet – just a gentle suction on his finger from the tightness of the passage. My thighs twitched at this invasion; I gasped again as I felt him so provocatively inside of me. I fought against him, pushing him against his chest, trying to twist away, half-heartedly reliving the struggle that had occurred just a little while ago. He was still too strong. He moved his now moistened finger up to my clitoris, finding it, rubbing it softly. He held me to him and slowly, carefully, rhythmically, massaged me with his finger. I struggled less as he massaged me. The pleasure of this was so intense, so overpowering for me, the touch so intimate and stimulating, that my resistance was much shorter than before. I began to melt. The friction of his finger was unbearable. My mouth opened. My breathing increased. I sagged against him, my face against his chest, as he stroked me with his finger persistently, provoking ripples of pleasure that overwhelmed me and left me helpless. He caressed me steadily like this until he once more felt me surrender to him, the tension fading, allowing him to support my body against his, my face resting again on his shoulder, panting into his ear. As he continued, I felt his hardening cock nuzzling against my stomach. The movement of his finger upon me was urging me along, driving me, moistening me, coaxing me into whimpering helplessness. I cried out once softly, then again. He massaged me until my legs trembled steadily; they parted further and my cries became a long continuous moan.
He then removed his finger. He caught me, almost fainting, in his arms, one under my upper legs and one under my torso, lifting me, carrying me cradled in his arms like a baby.
‘Wait please, don’t … don’t.’ was all I could come up with.
‘Come on, Sandhya. I could see that you were enjoying yourself thoroughly when I was fucking your friend.”
He cupped a tit in each hand and very slowly ran his tongue again over my nipples. Although I tried my best to prevent it but the nipples stood perfectly erect a they did when tremendously aroused. Seeing the response of the nipples, he laughed a slow laugh before taking them in between his teeth and biting them almost lovingly.
Seeing that this was again taking me to the heights of pleasure and ecstasy, he discontinued that and squeezed both the breasts together to wrap his cock and then started fucking the lovely groove thus formed. I didn’t know what was going on but thought I should try to bring him off quickly and began rocking to his rhythm. He liked the way I was moving with him now and picked up speed. After a few minutes he opened my mouth with his two fingers and searched out my tongue. My eyes were closed and when he shifted forward I did not see it until his cock was in my mouth. He held the same pace as with my tits and began fucking my face. I could not turn away; he held me in place and drove forward until his cock pushed into my throat. By way of reflex action, I opened my mouth in such a way that my teeth would not hurt the intruding cock; the lips were so positioned that they held the foreskin back while allowing the entry of the cock in the mouth. The realization dawned on me that he was using my pretty face as his little fuck toy. Struggling to breathe as he picked up his pace, I was shocked as his seed shot down my throat the sheer force of discharge rendering me incapable of doing anything else. I choked and tried to turn away but only after a substantial amount of cum had found its way down my throat. Surprisingly the taste was not unpleasant.
‘Are you happy now? Can you get off me?’ I was glad it was over and I wanted him to get out of there before everyone in the neighbourhood woke up.
‘Thank you. That was very nice of you’ He slid back down but still held me pinned to the ground. As he massaged his cum into my breasts he kicked my legs open again and positioned himself between my knees.
‘I feel I owe you one,’ and he dove down into my pussy and immediately found my clit with his tongue. I tried to push him away but found my legs squeezing his head in place. One of his hands mauled my tits some more while the other began fingering my cunt. I could not resist and my body’s desperate instincts took over. I pulled him in with my thighs and my hands now, not wanting any of this to stop and when the wave swept over me for the second time there was no resistance. My hips humped his face like he had fucked mine. I couldn’t tell if I was breathing until I heard my own screams of orgasm. Finally, as it passed, I let him up for air. What Nikhil saw as he rose took his breath away and brought his cock back rock hard.
My young well-toned and shaped body, still writhing in ecstasy was laid out spread-eagle before him. My skin was on fire, blushed red and quivering. My mouth, still showing his come on my lips was wide open, catching my breath. My tits rose and fell with each inhale, My nipples still standing erect. Everywhere my skin glistened with the mixed sweat and sperm. As he moved his cock up to my pussy I offered no resistance and this surprised me too. I realized that he was going to fuck me just as he had fucked Ritu and she was okay with it. No outrage, nothing! Nikhil began to push slowly until just the head of his cock nuzzled inside my pussy lips. They willingly gave way and the pussy walls eagerly wrapped themselves around the shaft of the cock as the foreskin rolled back with each shove.
Nikhil kissed me softly on the cheek. “It’s all right,” he said. “Just relax and let it happen.”
I relaxed a little, tried to control my breathing. Nikhil’s face swam in and out of focus above me. He pushed. I could feel the rim of his cock head driving the walls of my vagina apart, grinding against my moist flesh. A little further and the head was all the way inside me. I could feel my heart beating deep in my pussy, my flesh contracting around his. Deeper. He was splitting me apart; I had to make him stop! I grabbed his shoulders again and held on. I bit my lower lip. But I didn’t say anything.
I lifted my knees and opened myself as much as possible to him. Nikhil would withdraw fully and again thrust his cock back into me so that a steady fucking rhythm was formed. Gradually his entire 8 inches was in and our pelvic bones met. I was amazed at the cock that was pushing into my cervix.
Nikhil started to draw his cock out of my pussy, lifting his body slightly. Not yet, I wanted to say. Don’t take it out. Just leave it there a little longer. Then we’ll stop. But he was just preparing for the next push. The tip went in more easily this time, the way generously lubricated. I dug my fingernails into his flesh. I was being stretched again, pulled tight inside. And then Nikhil pushed harder. It was as if he was touching me everywhere all at once, and every new place his cock reached was even more sensitive than anywhere he’d been before. I was startled by a sort of abrupt change in the pressure, and then he was pulling out again, then in a little further.
I held Nikhil tighter, burying my face in the hollow of his shoulder. Now would be a good time to stop, I thought. I’ll say something, once I catch my breath. But then he slid back inside. The sensation made me dizzy. And … I felt his balls slap against my bottom. His cock was all the way inside me! And I realized that he must have broken my hymen a moment earlier. It hadn’t hurt, not really. But I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I was … getting fucked! Not by my husband or fiancé or even my boyfriend, but by this guy.
My body was so aroused and my pussy soaking wet that I took him in all the way, easily. Reaching back he hooked both knees with his elbows and folded me in half. I felt him drive deeper than before and I grabbed onto my own knees tight against my tits now and let him take me. With each thrust I felt his pubic bone grind against mine. I could also hear the clapping sound his testicles were making as they clapped against my perineum. I accepted this fuck with another man with quiet resilience. It surprised me that I had given in so easily, but I realized to my surprise and shame that it turned me on incredibly to be forced as I moaned with pleasure. I circled my legs around his back and pulled him closer into me and he began to suckle on my breasts.
And then my thoughts seemed to dissolve. I could only feel what was happening to me, the hard, hot flesh moving in and out, the wet smack of every thrust that shuddered through my body, the smell of his skin, and the weight of his chest squashing my rock-hard nipples. I felt my skin getting red and sore, and that made me move against him even faster.
“Not inside….don’t cum inside me Nikhil…please…..!” He continued to pound me as if he had not listened to my plea until he announced “I’m close Sandhya”.
“Take it out. Please.” I implored and made a feeble attempt to expel it but it seemed that his cock was trapped in my pussy lips.
After a few more thrusts he grabbed my hips and held them and there were bolts of searing liquid pulsing into me, filling my well fucked pussy; each spasm releasing more cum until I felt the cum leaking out onto the bed.
He collapsed on top of me as his cock still lay buried in my pussy.
“That was good. Thanks.” he said.
“You scoundrel. Did I not tell you not to come inside me?” I said in mock anger.
“Aw come on, Sandhya. You and I and everyone knows that there are tablets for unprotected sex. So relax! And I see that the only thing that seemingly bothered you was the possibility of getting pregnant. In other words you too enjoyed getting fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking you.” he said as he pulled his now limp cock out of my pussy and said, “And, Sandhya. Just in case I forget. You were much tighter than your good friend. Now smile and get ready. I will drop you to the station. And remember to invite me for your marriage and if after that you need my services, well…. I am always at your disposal. Rest assured. This little fun filled activity between the two of us will remain within the confines of these four walls.” He pointed his cock towards my breasts and wiped them on my still erect nipples. “Shall we leave?”
So this is how it happened. I narrated this incident for those readers who read my earlier submission “Erotic Night” and asked me as to how and when I lost my virginity. Hope you readers enjoyed it just as much as you enjoyed my last submission. Comments and feedbacks welcome at [email protected].