Hello, I am a young girl in my 20s, and let me tell you about something that happened to me two years ago. I have a nice body size of 34-30-38. I had just started college and everything was new and exciting. At the freshers party, we played a game where we had to dress up our seniors in saris.
While I was wrapping the sari around a senior named Chetan, who was quite big, I accidentally showed some cleavage. It was a bit awkward, but I just went with it. When it was his turn to put makeup on me, he was really gentle, touching my face and my lips with his thumb. It made me feel a bit tingly, but I didn’t think too much of it.
We became good friends, and he was always really friendly with me. But one day, when we were at his place with some of our classmates, things got a bit intense. We were all just hanging out and suddenly, he started playing with my hands, touching me in ways that made me feel hot and bothered. He brought me into his room to show me his stuff, and before I knew it, we were making out and he had his hand on my chest.
“What do you want?” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
“I don’t know,” I replied, my voice trembling slightly.
He didn’t wait for any more words from me. He just leaned in and kissed me hard, pushing me back onto the bed. I felt his weight on top of me, and my heart was racing. His hands slid down my body, caressing my waist, my hips, and then under the waistband of my shorts. I gasped as he touched my pussy, rubbing it gently.
“Are you sure?” he murmured.
I nodded, my breathing shallow, my eyes wide with excitement. He began to kiss me, his hands moving over my body with a gentle yet firm touch. His thumbs traced my areolae, causing my nipples to stiffen. My body was responding to him in ways I had never felt before.
“Chetan,” I whispered, arching my back as he slid down to kiss my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, his hands roaming over my body, feeling every curve. He reached the waistband of my shorts and paused for a moment, looking up at me with a question in his eyes. I nodded, giving him the go-ahead, and he deftly unbuttoned them, sliding them down my legs. His eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of my shaved pussy, glistening with my arousal.
He leaned in, his hot breath tickling my sensitive skin as he kissed me again, this time with more urgency. His hands found my breasts, cupping them in his palms, and he began to knead them gently. I could feel his erection pressing against me through his pants, and it made my core ache for him.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, which grew even harder at his touch.
“And you’re so… big,” I said, my eyes flickering down to the bulge in his pants. He chuckled, a sound that sent vibrations through my chest.
“Is that a problem?” he asked.
“No,” I replied.
He slid his hand down my stomach and touched my clit, causing a jolt of pleasure to run through me. “You’re wet,” he said, sounding surprised.
“I…I know,” I replied, my cheeks flushing with heat.
He looked into my eyes, searching for any sign of doubt. Finding none, he kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his fingers danced around my pussy. He slipped one inside me, and I moaned, feeling how tight and wet I was. “You’re so tight,” he murmured.
“Mmhmm,” I moaned, my hips moving in time with his strokes.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered, my body begging for his touch.
He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye as he slid his fingers deeper into me. My walls clenched around him, and he chuckled, enjoying my reaction. “You’re so eager,” he stated.
“Please, Chetan,” I begged, my voice needy.
He took his sweet time, his fingers playing with my folds, spreading my wetness around. “What do you want, baby?” he asked.
“I want you,” I murmured, my body aching for his touch.
“I want you too,” Chetan whispered back, his breath hot on my skin as his hands roamed over my body.
He kissed my neck, his teeth grazing my earlobe. His fingers slid in and out of me, stretching me gently, preparing me for what was to come.
“Please, more,” I begged.
Chetan’s eyes darkened with desire as he leaned over me, his hand still working its magic on my pussy. His thumb circled my clit, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. He slid another finger inside me, and I moaned louder. He was so gentle, so slow, driving me wild with every stroke.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Mmhmm,” I murmured, my eyes fluttering shut as he played my body like a fine instrument.
“Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Yes, please,” I panted.
“Good,” Chetan said. He removed his hand from my pussy and unbuckled his belt. His pants fell to the floor, revealing his thick, hard cock. It was much bigger than I had imagined. “Are you sure you can handle this?” he asked, stroking himself.
“I…I think so,” I replied, my voice shaking. I had never seen a cock so big before. It was intimidating, but I was also incredibly turned on.
He leaned down and kissed me again, his tongue diving into my mouth as he positioned himself between my legs. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
With those words, he slid into me, filling me up in a way that I never knew was possible. I gasped, my nails digging into the bed as I adjusted to his size. He began to move, his hips rocking back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of me with a slow, steady rhythm. It felt so incredible, so intimate.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.
“No,” I gasped, “It’s… different.”
He took my response as encouragement, and his pace picked up. His cock stretched me in a way that was both uncomfortable and incredibly pleasurable. He kissed my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His hands were everywhere, cupping my breasts, squeezing my ass, his thumb occasionally brushing against my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
I couldn’t help but moan as he moved faster and deeper, my body responding to every touch. “Oh, Chetan,” I whimpered.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he groaned, his strokes becoming more urgent. “I can feel your pussy tightening around me.”
“I’m close,” I panted, my body tensing as the pleasure built within me. His cock was like nothing I had ever felt before, stretching me to my limits and filling me with a warmth that was both exhilarating and a bit scary.
“Hold on,” he whispered. He slid his thumb down to my clit and began to rub it in circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The combination was overwhelming, and I felt my orgasm building, my body tightening around him.
“Oh god, Chetan,” I moaned, my eyes squeezed shut as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. He was relentless, his cock pounding into me with a steady, driving force that sent me spiraling closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” he groaned.
“Yes,” I moaned, my body trembling with need. His cock was slamming into me, filling me up.
Chetan’s eyes locked onto mine, his pupils dilated with lust. His thumb circled my clit with expert precision, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through me. “Cum for me,” he growled.
“I…I’m trying,” I gasped, my body writhing beneath his. The sensations were overwhelming, but I didn’t want it to end too quickly. I wanted to savor every moment of this newfound intimacy.
“That’s it,” Chetan encouraged, his own breathing ragged. He leaned in closer, his muscular chest brushing against my breasts with every thrust. The feeling of his coarse chest hair against my sensitive nipples was almost too much to handle.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I felt myself getting closer and closer. His cock was so thick, stretching me wide, and the way he was fucking me was pure perfection. I had never felt so filled, so wanted, so alive.
As Chetan’s strokes grew deeper, I could feel his cock graze my g-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. “Oh, baby,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. He grunted in response, his muscles taut as he pushed himself into me, his balls slapping against my ass.
He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing my neck. “Do you like it?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whimpered, my body arching up to meet his every thrust. He was so big, and I could feel him stretching me. His cock was filling me up until I thought I couldn’t take anymore. But I did, and I liked it.
Chetan’s thumb continued to circle my clit, and his other hand squeezed my breast, pinching my nipple until it was rock-hard. The sensations were incredible, and I knew I was going to cum soon. “Harder,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need.
He didn’t disappoint, increasing the pressure on my clit and the speed of his thrusts. His cock was so thick and long, filling me completely, and I could feel the beginnings of his orgasm as his balls tightened against my ass. “I’m going to cum,” he grunted, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Me too,” I whimpered, my body shaking with the force of my climax. And then it hit me, like a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over me, making me scream out his name. My pussy clamped down around his cock, my muscles spasming as I came, and he groaned, his own orgasm following closely behind.
He lay on top of me, his cock still buried deep inside me, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his release. “That was… amazing,” I murmured, my voice still breathless.
“It was,” he agreed, kissing me softly. His hand moved down to caress my cheek, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “You’re so beautiful when you cum.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, feeling shy and vulnerable under his gaze. His cock was still inside me, pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm. I could feel his warmth, his essence filling me up, and it was an oddly comforting feeling.
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