Indian sex stories

Previously: Diary of a Pakistani MILF

In the first part of my story, I described about myself and also about my first ever sexual experience after sexual awakening. It was a lesbian affair with my best friend who was also my first cousin. As the time passed, we started having pretty intimate lesbian affair. You must realize that I’m talking about events which date back to 1970’s.

Having a sexy hot horny little girl of mere 14, 15 years old was a real rare happening. During those days, Bhabhi of my cousin (who was our real mentor) got involved in it as well and we had few lesbian threesome. It was a huge fun as we were in company of a highly experienced bitch (yes, she used to call herself ‘a horny bitch’).

But that story will be bit boring, I guess, because you guys have already read my first sexual experience which was lesbian experience as well. (however, if you insist, I’ll consider writing that story as well). But for the time being, I’ll be elaborating my first ever straight sex experience. A full fledge sex with a boy. It was a taboo broken by me. I was still very young by then.

Aged 15 and a student of 8th grade, I was too young by any standard to have sex (specially considering the conservative Asian society and that’s too in 1970’s). I seriously believe that I could not have dared so much, had I not been instigated and persuaded by my cousin and her bhabhi to experience all it.

With the help of little instigation and after mustering up lot of courage, I was finally able to go through that wonderful experience. It was my sexual adventure with my tutor….!!! However you must not get yourself confused while think that he was some old/mature male. Instead he was a very very cute Pathan boy who was just 20 years old and was student of Graduation.

That guy, named Amjad, was a migrant from Peshawar (the native city of Shah Rukh Khan) and was from a middle class family. He was a bright student with high aims and was giving tuition in order to manage his educational expenses. The standard of education was quite good in those times, yet the parents who could afford it, still preferred to have some tutor.

And as I told you previously, I belonged to a well educated family therefore we were not as conservative as the society was. It was the time when I was growing, physically and mentally. My breasts were already larger than most of the girls of my age (because of prosperous environment, qualitative plus quantitative food & eventually because of severe handling

that I was getting from my cousin). I had already started wearing Bra, which my mom gave to me, once she saw my poking nipples through my shirt. Anyway, back to the story. Despite after my sexual awakening, I was innocent at that time. (yes, atleast till then, I was innocent). It was my innocence that prevented me from having any evil plans to get screwed

by that handsome chap. However, like every teenager girl, I like to be in the company of that boy. He had good sense of humor and he was more of a friend than a tutor. He had everything in him that could make me love him, except he was not wealthy. And before I could fall in love with him, my dirty cousin Kiran came up with the evil idea…!!!

She had seen my tutor and had probably discussed it with her Bhabhi. (Remember it’s after we had have lesbian threesome). Her bhabhi replied, “Fauzia has to be some idiot, dumbest girl of the universe to let this opportunity slip away from her hand. She better enjoy the touch of a young cute boy, than be content with homosexuality”.

Her comments were conveyed to me without much alteration. Kiran, my cousin, was even a bigger slut than me. She was viewing it as a window of opportunity to get laid herself. She was thinking about a Girl-boy-Girl threesome involving me, Amjad and Kiran. At first I was not able to adopt the idea,

but her desires took the shape of very persuasive logical arguments and finally I surrendered to her idea. I don’t put all the blame on Kiran. I was a little slut myself, but the real instigation and inspiration was Kiran and her Bhabhi. It was my summer vacations when I started acting on the plan. (plan was all conceived by Bhabhi). All the circumstances were in my favor.

My father and mother both were working in the same organization, so it left me pretty alone at home. The primary goal was to be as friendly as possible with Amjad, so that when the seduction part begins he could himself make advances and take initiative when the opportunity is thrown to him.

Our plan was to make him feel as easy as possible so that while making any advancement there should be no fear in his mind that I might complain about it. I was already pretty frank with him. To be more frank I adopted the same ages old question…”Do you love someone”? That cute boy literally shied away and replied in negative. I teased him a bit.

Instead of replying me, he questioned back, “Do you like someone”? I was more bold than him and admitted with a smile, “Yes I like someone but I cann’t tell you his name right now.” But while saying so, I gave him all the signals which made him believe that he was the one I was referring to.

However the innocent chat mentioned above was not enough to “Seduce” him. I needed to be bit more explicit, vulgar and open. And my sexy body was an apt arsenal for the purpose. For the next few days, I started wearing the most vulgar dresses I could wear. Sometimes I used to wear the extra tight fitting dresses so that my big boobs,

heavy Gaand and thin waist could be more prominent and exposed to his eyes. And while sitting with him, I used to intentionally let my dobatta slip from my shoulders to give him an unhindered view of my heavy bosom. It was my first ever experience of seducing a boy and that too at such an early age, so there were plenty of nervous moments. But I was enjoying and loving it as well.

The feel of his eyes glued to my breasts was heavenly one. Sometimes I used to become so hot that I wish to cut it short and place his hands on my breasts. But Time had not come for that. In the second phase, the idea was to be more explicit and give him some more view. It was pretty obscene yet exciting.

This time I used to wear the same tight fitting clothes but without any BRA under the shirt. It made my nipples very prominent to his eyes. The shirts were not transparent so he could not SEE the nipples, but he could make out the pretty long “Nipple Pokkie”. Needless to say that my dobatta had now found a place permanently off shoulders and it was not allowed to cover my breasts.

His eyes were widespread the first time he saw it. I acted as if I knew nothing about it and enjoyed his eyes on my nipples. My sexual excitement used to make my nipples become harder and grow even longer in size which eventually paved way for more seduction. Our frank discussion about girls/boys and love affairs were continuing.

Amjad had now started calling me “Tum” instead of “aap”. We were getting friendly with each passing day. Our hands which used to accidentally touch each other while giving books, copies or pencils to each other had now become a norm. In fact at times he had started holding my hand while jokingly hitting me with ruler whenever I did bad in tests.

I was loving the touch of his hands….And was wondering what if he is not touching me on my hands, rather playing with my breasts and touching me at all the wrong places??? Mere thought had started giving me shivers..A pleasant shiver. And then in the last phase of seduction I started wearing shirts which were loose and with deep neckline.

I even used my mom’s shirts for the purpose. It was the first time that Amjad was actually seeing the flesh of my globes. I used to intentionally bend infront of him so as to give him a teasing view of my breasts and line & valley between my two boobs. I could notice that his dick clad in underwear and trouser was hard. It was a pleasant sign.

It’s when he confessed one day that he had started liking me. Yahoooooo, our efforts were paying off. I told him that I liked him too. It was not a lie, any girl could fall in love with that cute boy. But I was more in lust than love. I desperately wanted to feel a boy inside me. And guess how old I was at that time?? Just about 15 years old.

On the fateful day, when no one was in the house, I decided to make the advancement. Back in 1970’s the opportunities were far and few and it had to be a folly to let the opportunity slip away from my hands. It was just once in a blue moon sort of chance that I had the whole house at my disposal. I had decided that even if he doesn’t make any advances, I’ll initiate the proceedings.

I had called Kiran and her Bhabhi to come and witness the happening, but I imposed a condition that they’ll not be a part of it. For my first time, I wanted it just me and Amjad. However I promised Kiran that at some other stage I’ll Gift him Amjad’s Dick. She was disappointed but agreed.

That day, when Amjad came and after little chit chat and giggles, asked me to open the bag, I gave him a very naughty and seductive smile and winked at him and told him, “Come on Amjad, there is no one in the home today and we are alone and free. Aaj bhi study hi kerni hay kya?”. I had intentionally stressed on the word “ALONE” so that he can guess what my true intentions are.

He was still bit cautious. Although his eyes had also brightened as he could smell something amazing but yet asked, “is there no one else? Not even any of your maids?” I replied in affirmative. I was seated exactly opposite to him and a small table was between us. I had worn another loose fitting, cleavage showing shirt, without any bra.

I bent forward and placed my elbow on table, then spread the palm of my hand and put my face on my palm. It not only looked cute and innocent, but it also made sure that too much of my breasts were visible. More than these were visible at any other time. I didn’t see it myself but I think if he could make little effort, he could even see my nipples.

And then to give him the chance to do so, I quit looking at him and lowered my face to turn the pages of my book purposelessly. My gesture also gave him another signal that I was nervous for something. I gave him the signal that I was aware of the feeling of being alone in company with a young boy. But I had to be bold to proceed.

So I suddenly looked at him to say something and as I had opined, he was gazing at my breasts. I acted as if I had not known previously that my breasts were visible. So I followed the route of his eyes and suddenly acted to be embarrassed and shy. I blushed and quickly covered my bosom and said, “What were you looking at?”

but there was no anger in my voice, not even complaint. Rather I said it while looking directly into his eyes and while smiling in a very loving manner. Although I was not an “experienced” girl at that time, yet I can tell that the way I said so, made it clear to him that I actually loved the feel of his eyes on my breasts.

He was about to seek apology for letting his eyes wander when I made it clear to him what I wanted, “Kher ab dekh liya hay to kya howa. Hum aik dosrey ko pasand karte hain. Itna Haq to mein khud aap ko deeti hon”. (Anyway, what’s the heck about it that you’ve seen it all. We like each other and I can myself give you this little right to see me at such places and in such manner).

It was the maximum I could say and do for him. He had to be some fool to sit back even after such a bold statement. And He was not a fool. He suddenly stood up, and came to me, held my hands in his hands and said in a voice full of emotions, “I love you Fauzia”. I softly said, “I know”, and hugged him softly but warmly.

A fire was ignited and it was not going to be put off until and unless the thirst in us was quenched. I had built the circumstances to this point and it was time to taste the fruits. While hugging we were patting each other’s bodies, we were feeling each other’s back with our hands. I was intentionally rubbing my breasts hardly into his chest.

My movements were bold and suggestive. With each passing second, he was knowing what my real intention was. And it was making him bold as well. I kissed on his neck and he reciprocated it with a trail of kisses on my face, forehead, eyes and eventually on my lips. The kiss of a man’s lips was much different from the lesbian kiss.

It gave me the feeling of utmost satisfaction and seduction. I gave myself totally to him. I felt his cautious hands travel from my waist to bit lower. To the bulging curves of my Gaand. To date I’m not fond of Ass Fucking but that first touch on my private part sent electric signals. No boy had ever touched me anywhere on my bode, let alone touching my Gaand.

I felt his hands cup my Ass-cheeks, fondle those and hit lovingly. He surely was proving that he was a “Pathan”. Seeing that I was not objecting to the least, he grew bolder and put his hand inside my shirt from the back side. His hands travelled up till he reached where my bra strips should have been. But I was not wearing any bra.

He asked, “Are not you wearing Bra, naughty girl”? I replied, “Kiyoon? Acha naheen laga. Kehte ho to pehen aati hon”. (Why did u ask?Didn’t u like it. If it is the case, I’ll wear it). He jokingly said, “Haan theek hy, but mere samne hi pehen’na ho ga” (yes it’s better that you wear it, but right here infont of me). I gave him a loving fist saying him “naughty boy”.

He then asked me to show him my breasts. There was no point in acting like a Good Girl now. So I nodded my head and parted away from him. And then in one quick motion, removed my shirt. I was totally nude from waist above. I was mere 15 years old then and I was living in a very conservative society of 1970’s. Yet I was loving it.

I was loving the gaze of a young boy on my naked breasts. My nipples grew longer. I looked up. He was amazed. Having illicit sexual relationship was an almost impossible task in 1970’s era. And he could not believe his luck. A very cute girl of upper strata of the society was willingly getting naked infront of him.

He stepped forward and touched my breasts so lightly as if he was thinking it to be a dream and if he made any quick movement, the pleasant dream would be shattered. But I was not to be satisfied with such a soft touch. I needed more. I breathed heavily. It caused my chest to swell and touch bit forcefully into his palm.

When my nipples pressed hard in his palm, I moaned seductively, sighed in a satisfactory manner and closed my eyes in sheer pleasure. He had also come out of initial “pleasant shock” and was now meddling with my breasts like a toddler playing with his favorite toy. He then bent down and started sucking my breasts. My nipples were like candy in his mouth.

He was teasing, sucking, licking and biting those. I was in ecstasy. With his one hand he again started playing with my Gaand and this time his movements were not just Romantic or Softcore. He was more vulgar and determined this time. I felt his hand pressed in my ass-crack for the first time.

Then he parted my ass-cheeks a bit and I felt one of his fingers came in contact directly at my Ass Hole. I had lost all control over my body. My sexual desires were now driving me. I let him do whatever he wanted to do. I felt his hands slip inside my shalwar, spreading its elastic band. For a moment he released his other hand from my breasts,

placed it on my hand and then forced my hand to his Lun. I didn’t object to it, but I was too shy to actually play with it. I didn’t move my hand from his Lun, but nor did I play with it. I wanted him to make the move. But he was busy in making his moves on me. He removed my Shalwar and now I was buck naked. Imagine a 15 years old girl, standing totally Nangi.

I knew it was a scene. It was a treat to him. I had not removed hair from my pussy. My Cousin’s Bhabhi said that it would give my Phuddi an “innocent look”. It would appear that I was such an innocent and young girl that I was unaware of my body and sex. According to that experienced bitch, it would drive the boy crazy and he’ll give me the best fuck of my life.

It surely did drive him crazy. After playing a bit with my phuddi hair, he suddenly realized that I was not playing with his Lun. He smiled and without any bit of shame, quickly removed his Shalwar. For the first time in my life, I was face to face with LUN of a fully grown young boy. I was seeing it with wide open eyes.

Remember there was no internet and no porn movies available at that time. All my knowledge was based on mere hearsay. But it was so different from what I had imagined. It was even sexy, hotter, hard, long and warm. I let my fingers wander on its entire length and heard him moan and groan. He was already oozing pre-cum.

He spread his precum on his Lun and asked me to pump. It was so cute. Playing with a well lubricated slippery Lun was fascinating. After playing with his lun a bit and after he had spent time playing and examining my phuddi through my wide open legs, came the real moment. I was about to loose my virginity.

I was little tense but the well lubricated Phuddi was eager to taste a man’s Lun inside it. I was so wet that the carpet I was lying has having a little blot from my pre-cum. Bhabhi had asked me to just enjoy all the episode and the remaining procedure will be very easy. And as he entered his finger inside me, I admitted bhabhi was right.

I could take his dick in me without much fuss. I was already experienced and had taken 2 fingers of bhabhi and cousin successfully and I was wet like anything. This time he didn’t even bother to seek my permission. Probably he feared that I might refuse to let him in. So he just spread my legs, placed his dick on my Phuddi’s entrance and rubbed it there.

Every passing minute was making me frustrated. I wanted it in me now.. I took hold of his Lun and placed it on my entrance and pulled it’s head a little bit in me. He wanted to enjoy bit more of the foreplay but was forced to follow my whims. I was so wet that my thighs were glistering with my lubrication. My phuddi’s opening was oozing drops after drops of that lubrication.

I was only about 15 years old by then, and I was still a virgin, but I knew, with so much of lubrication, it was not going to be much difficult for me to have my first fuck. As I pulled his dick inside me, I moved forward my hips in order to control the entry. I felt his dick head opened my pussy lips and tried to enter inside.

A little more push and his penis head was inside my waiting & wanting phuddi. It was not painful as yet, or probably, I was so busy in enjoying the pleasure that I didn’t notice any pain whatsoever. But the virginity barrier (my hymen) was still there to resist and cause me bit of pain. I enjoyed the presence of his dickhead in me for few moments.

I had closed my eyes and with my one hand I was rubbing the part of his LUN which was out of my phuddi, while with my other hand I was massaging his balls. Those dangling little sacks full of sperm had got me quite amazed. His hands were not free either. He was playing with my meaty breasts. At first it was soft and pleasant massage, but as we grew hotter, it turned to mauling.

But I was enjoying even the rough treatment. Whenever he pinched my nipples, a strange sensation originated from my nipples and spread all inside my body. After some time, I asked him to enter some more of his Lun in me. He was pleased to do it. He entered bit more and soon I could feel his dick touching my hymen. Now the first little wave of pain hit me.

It was still bearable but being a very young virgin girl, I was afraid of the pain. I got tensed. And apart from the “pain issue”, it’s never easy for a young girl to decide to lose her virginity. But we had come so far, we had grown so hot and we had messed up so much that leaving it all was not an option. I asked him to be “slow” & “soft” and gave him a go ahead signal.

He was not an experienced fellow but yet he knew the basics. He knew, the more time he’ll waste, the more I’ll be tensed and probably I’d quite. So he leaned forwarded, kissed me, put my lower lip in his lips and started sucking it, started giving my nipples few nice pinches and then suddenly pushed all the way inside my phuddi. I still remember that feeling to date.

There was a mixed wave of pain and ecstasy that engulfed me. He had given his dick to me in an unexpected haste. A part of me asked me to be frowned and hit him bad. It didn’t seem gentle and pleasant at first, but this feeling of exasperation ended pretty soon. The warmth, strength and hardness of a man’s Lun inside my deflowered phuddi was very pleasant.

I caught him with his hips and pressed him hard towards me. I didn’t want him to start moving so soon, rather I wanted to feel his cock gripped by my vagina. Now I was also kissing him back. The pain had subsided completely and I was enjoying the first fuck of my life. On my signal, he started giving me slow jerks.

Whenever he pulled it all the way out and then slid back in me to its full length, there was pleasure, pain, joy and ecstasy, all joined together. I raised my head to see his cock which was sliding “in and out” of me. It was slightly red because of my blood from torn hymen. But it was not what I had expected. It’s a myth that girls bleed heavily on first fuck.

The fact is that it’s not more than just couple of drops. Only those girls bleed heavily who have inexperienced, rather idiot partner, who prefer to put it in at the very first instance and who do not concentrate on foreplay. I was lucky that my first fuck was not with a jerk. He was caring and gentle. We continued our first fuck in the same missionary position.

I had fully spread legs and he was enjoying my nudity as he fucked me. With each jerk, my big breasts were bouncing in a haphazard manner and he was loving it. Every now and then, he used to dart out his tongue and lick my nipples which were moving with my breasts. His soft movements gave me the ultimate pleasure. Soon we were about to reach orgasm.

He suddenly told me he was about to cum. He pulled his dick out of my phuddi and started jerking it with his hands to reach his orgasm. I suddenly felt empty so I quickly substituted his dick with my fingers and started fingering myself as I was also close to my orgasm. He was jerking and within seconds, started spraying his thick, of-white sperm on my belly and breasts.

Probably couple of drops even landed on my hair as well. It was an amazing scene. I didn’t dislike the warm sperm on my body (as some girls find it disgusting), rather I really liked it and touched it with my fingers. My other hand was busy rubbing my Choot. Amjad also joined his hands in the effort. It was not long before my body started shivering.

I gave the control completely to Amjad and relaxed my body. He was rubbing on my choot with quite some fervor and vigor. With a low moan, I started climaxing. My body jerked and shivered, my breasts jiggled and my pussy contracted n relaxed while I orgasmed. After the wave of joy ended completely, we lay there, hugging and kissing each other. We didn’t care to dress up.

As the sexual tension and frustration was released, I had started feeling shy, being so vulnerable and nude in front of him, but I was enjoying my nakedness. That day I had seen heavens. It was such a pleasant experience that is hard to describe in words. Losing virginity is always a memorable experience for girls.

I have shared mine, and I hope more girls will follow soon to tell their first ever experience with a Lun, specially regarding losing their cherry. And it was the start of a very dirty, hyper-active sexual life which is continuing to date. Wait for more episodes. Those will be following soon.