Hello, I am Madhan, a regular IT guy from Bangalore, living with my parents. You know, the typical life of an engineering student – books, coding, and a bit of fun. But today, I want to share a steamy story with you that changed the dynamics with my neighbour, Ramya.
Ramya is a girl next-door, not too flashy but has a killer body. She’s a little shy and her strict parents don’t let her interact much. But one day, she had a bad stomach ache, and her parents weren’t around. I stepped in to help, and that’s when we started texting more often.
One random evening, she opened up about looking for love and was bummed because I was younger. But I convinced her age was just a number. We kept it cool after that.
Fast forward 6 months, she texted asking about my plans for the next day. It was like a casual chat, but she had something in mind. Ramya needed a ride to a friend’s sister’s reception, and I couldn’t resist. She looked stunning in a half-saree, like it was our first date.
The bike ride was like a dream, with the wind in our hair and the warmth of our bodies mingling. We talked, laughed, and as we reached the last stretch, she started to hug me tightly. The isolated road and the rain made everything so intense.
When we took shelter behind a tree, the magic started. Our kisses were like a storm in the calm night. I felt her soft, supple boobs and she moaned with pleasure. Her wetness was calling my name, and I had to taste it.
With each touch, each kiss, we grew bolder. I felt my neighbour’s smooth, round ass, tight and begging for more. We were both so wet and ready, we didn’t know how to stop. She held my cock, feeling its power in her hand, and we both knew it was time.
I pushed her gently against the tree and slid my fingers into her wetness, feeling her pussy clench around them. Ramya was so responsive, leaning into me, eager for more. The rain didn’t bother us; we were in our own world.
As we reached the peak of our passion, she whispered, “Fuck me, Madhan,” and I didn’t need to be told twice. I entered her, feeling her tightness grip my cock, and we moved together, the rhythm of our bodies in sync.
The sound of our moans filled the air as we reached climax, our hearts beating as one. It was a night of unbridled passion, and we didn’t care about the rain or the world around us.
Finally, we got dressed, a bit embarrassed but mostly just feeling alive. We rode back home, the wind drying us off, but we couldn’t get rid of the heat between us. It was an unforgettable evening, and it was just the beginning of our secret love affair.
The taste of her was still on my lips as we parted ways. I knew this was something we couldn’t ignore, and I couldn’t wait to explore her further. Little did I know, our journey was just getting started.
The days rolled by, and we continued our secret rendezvous. We’d find any opportunity we could to be alone, and when we were, the heat between us was unbearable. Her skin, soft and warm, was like a siren’s call that I couldn’t resist. Ramya had a way of looking at me that made my blood boil and my cock throb. Her breasts, a perfect handful, had nipples that stood at attention whenever I was near, begging for my touch. Her ass, round and firm, was a delight to squeeze, and her pussy, oh her pussy, was like a warm, wet heaven that I could get lost in.
One evening, we found ourselves in my room while my parents were out. She was wearing a simple salwar kameez that clung to her curves, teasing me with every move she made. The room was dimly lit by the setting sun, casting a warm glow over her body as she stood before me. She looked at me with those dark, hungry eyes and whispered, “Madhan, I want you.”
I stepped closer, my cock straining against my pants, eager to be set free. My neighbour reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she touched me. I felt her warm breath on my neck as she unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands over my chest. Her nails gently scraped against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Madhan,” she said again, her voice filled with desire.
We kissed deeply, our tongues dancing together, exploring each other’s mouths. I could feel her heart racing as she pulled my pants down, revealing my hard, throbbing cock. She took it in her hand, her eyes wide with excitement. I guided her to my bed, her legs shaking with anticipation.
Ramya’s pussy was already wet, and as I slid my fingers in, she moaned into my ear. “Madhan,” she whispered, her voice filled with pleasure. Her walls were tight, gripping my fingers as if they were my cock. I felt her ass hole, a small, tight opening that made me ache to explore. I knew she was a virgin there, and the thought made me even harder.
We kissed and touched, our bodies moving in a silent symphony of passion. She was eager to learn, and I was eager to teach. We were lost in each other, the world outside forgotten. Her moans grew louder as I brought her closer and closer to the edge, her body arching towards me, begging for release.
And when she finally came, her orgasm was like a wave crashing over us, drenching me in her sweetness. We lay there, panting and spent, our hearts pounding in unison. We had crossed a line, but we both knew there was no going back. We were addicted to each other, and we couldn’t get enough.
Our secret affair grew stronger with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of desire. The thrill of our stolen moments was intoxicating, making our love all the more potent. Our bodies were in perfect harmony, and our connection went beyond the physical.
The next time we were alone, Ramya looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Madhan,” she said, “I want you to do something for me.” She took my hand and placed it on her ass, squeezing it gently. “I want to feel you in a way I’ve never felt before.”
I knew what she meant, and the thought made me even harder. We had talked about it before, the ultimate act of love and trust. I didn’t want to rush her, but the desire in her voice was undeniable. “Are you sure?” I asked, my voice thick with lust.
She nodded, her cheeks flushing with excitement. “Yes,” she breathed, “I am sure.” And with that, I knew our love was about to reach a new level. A level of intimacy that would bind us together forever.
As I slid my cock into her, feeling her tighten around me, she gripped the bed sheets, her knuckles white with anticipation. Her pussy was tight, but her ass was tighter still. She whimpered as I pushed in slowly, inch by glorious inch, until I was fully seated inside her. The feeling was indescribable, and I had to fight not to cum right then and there.
“Madhan,” she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut, “it feels so good.”
I kissed her neck, her skin salty with sweat, as I began to move in and out of her. Her ass was like a vice, gripping my cock as if it never wanted me to leave. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of passion. She was so tight, so perfect, and I could feel every inch of her as I moved within her.
Our rhythm grew more intense as we both approached our peak. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and I couldn’t resist taking one into my mouth, sucking and biting her nipple until she screamed with pleasure. Her hand found its way to her clit, rubbing it in circles as I fucked her. The sight was enough to drive me wild, and I knew I was close.
“I am going to cum,” she panted, her body shaking, “Please, Madhan, don’t stop.”
Her words were all the encouragement I needed. I picked up the pace, my cock sliding in and out of her with ease now. I could feel the tension building in her body, her muscles tightening around me. And when she finally came, her whole body spasmed, and she screamed my name.
The sound was like music to my ears, and I lost all control. I pumped into her, feeling the warmth of her ass surrounding me as I reached my climax. We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts racing.
The days turned into weeks, and our affair grew more intense with each passing moment. We’d find ourselves in various positions, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. Her tight, little asshole became a new obsession for me, and she grew to love the feeling of being filled up so completely.
One afternoon, as we lay entangled on my bed, she looked at me with a shy smile. “Madhan,” she began, her voice low and sultry, “I want to try something new.”
My heart raced with excitement. “What is it, Ramya?”
Her hand slid down her body, her fingers playing with her pussy before moving back up to her ass. “I want to feel your cock in both places,” she said, her voice trembling with lust.
The thought was more than I could bear, and I grew hard at the mere mention of it. We’d talked about it before, but something had always held us back. But today, in the heat of the moment, we both knew it was time.
Slowly, I lubed up her pussy and ass, my fingers working in unison to prepare her for the ultimate pleasure. She spread her legs wider, giving me full access to her tight little holes. I positioned myself, my cock slick with lube and her juices, and pushed into her pussy. She was wet and ready, and I slid in easily.
As I started to fuck my neighbour, she moaned, her eyes glazed over with desire. “Now,” she breathed, “now, Madhan.”
I pulled out, and with a gentle push, I slid into her ass. She gasped, her body tensing for a moment before she relaxed. It was tight, so tight, but oh so good. We moved together, finding our rhythm, her moans filling the room as she reached new heights of pleasure.
The feeling was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Her ass was a warm, tight glove around my cock, and I knew this was something we’d both crave from now on. Our love was no longer just a secret affair; it had become a full-blown addiction.
As we reached our climax together, her body convulsing around my cock, I knew that this was more than just a casual fling. This was love, raw and unbridled, and I was all in. I pulled out of her, and she turned to me, her eyes filled with passion and need. “Madhan,” she whispered, “I want more.”
Our bodies were still trembling from the intensity of our love making when she straddled me, her wet pussy hovering over my cock. She slid down slowly, taking all of me inside her once again. Her tits bounced as she began to ride me, her nipples hard and pointing straight at me. I couldn’t resist leaning in to take one into my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue as she moaned my name.
Her ass, so perfect and tight, was now glistening with sweat and lube. I reached around to squeeze it, feeling her cheeks in my hand as she rode me harder and faster. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, and we both knew that we were in a place we never wanted to leave.
We talked dirty to each other, our voices low and filled with lust. “Your cock feels so good in me, Madhan,” she said, her breath hot in my ear. “Fuck me harder, baby. I want to feel you so deep inside me.”
I complied, my hands moving to her hips as I guided her movements. She was like a wild animal, grinding down on me with every ounce of her being. Her pussy was tight and warm, gripping me like a glove, and I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building within her.
As we approached the edge, Ramya leaned back, her perfect tits jutting out towards me. I took the opportunity to lean in and suck on her nipples, feeling them harden even more under my tongue. She threw her head back and screamed, her body tensing as she came again, her pussy pulsing around my cock.
The sight was too much for me to handle, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a roar, I filled my neighbour up, my cum spurting deep inside her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there, our hearts racing, our bodies entwined, as we both tried to catch our breath.
In the days that followed, we continued to explore each other’s bodies. She’d come over when she knew my parents were out, and we’d fuck like animals, trying new positions and pushing our boundaries. Her pussy was tight and warm, always welcoming my cock, and her ass remained a delicious mystery that we both craved.
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Whatever experience I had, I hope I was able to convey it. I apologize if I made a mistake. Please leave a remark, and I will attempt to address it in the next story.
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