This is a real experience that happened back in 2022.
I was born and brought up in Navi Mumbai but my native, roots are in Prayagraj, Uttar Pradesh. It so happened that one of my maternal cousin’s marriage was fixed in November 2022 and I decided to attend it at the last moment due to some other priorities and had to travel to Uttar Pradesh in my newly purchased car with 2 of my cousins.
November is the onset of winters in Uttar Pradesh where the nights and early mornings are usually filled with dense fog. After driving for nearly 1350 km, I reached my paternal place at around 10.00 am.
I was too tired, so I freshened up, had lunch, and took a good afternoon nap. I got up in the evening around 4 and it started getting dark. The wedding was on the same evening and I had to rush as my maternal cousin’s house was around 12 km away from where I was staying. Back then, I had newly joined my family business and had this craze for wearing tailormade crisp formals which made me stand out and high among everyone. So I wore formal pants and a shirt with a fitting blazer over it and started to drive to the venue.
I had a tag of being a little notorious yet smart among my relatives. Nearly everyone knew about my partying nature, but no one ever dared to question me about that or talk to me disrespectfully because I was always in my limits and was quite successful in my life.
I reached my relatives’ place at around 6 in the evening, greeted everyone sat on the Verandah for some time, my cousins signaled me to come out for a smoke in the backyard. While going towards the backyard, I saw a very fair girl with a jaw-dropping figure wearing grey cotton track pants and some printed white t-shirt hugging her body. She was operating the hand pump and I was ogling at her body while passing by. She saw me and passed a smile. I was a bit shy to respond.
I came back after the smoke and my eyes were searching for that girl who took away my senses for a second. I was curious. For a second, I thought she might be someone from the neighbors’ side as she had not dressed appropriately for a wedding. But yeah, destiny had its own way of luring and puzzling me before a surprise.
A few of my cousins were standing on the terrace and I was having tea in the aangan of the house. They saw me, greeted me and asked me to join them on the terrace. I went up and there she was, standing in a corner of the terrace. She had changed into a traditional dress. Her belly button was exposed, her hairs were curled and she was wearing a sleeveless dress. She had quite less clothing according to the weather. She was slim but not thin. Her eyes felt like they had stories to tell. She was one exceptional girl I had seen in my life and initially, I thought that she was way out of my league.
We got introduced to each other by other cousins. We can call her ‘Ankita’. She was a distant relative from my aunt’s side. She started to ask me about my education, and Mumbai weather and we had a lengthy discussion on a variety of subjects. We had to go down and the stairs were dimly lit and were irregular in shape (those village houses). I was hesitant but held her hands to give her gentle support. In those 7 to 8 seconds, I had many devilish thoughts in my mind. But yeah, after reaching down, we dispersed.
I looked through the catering arrangements, tasted the food (I was hungry as well), and suggested some changes. I was roaming here and there, carefully walking in the carpeted area so that I did not spoil my shining shoes on that dusty ground. My uncle asked me, “Do you have the keys of the car?”
I responded positively and then he asked me to go to the Janwasa and invite the baraat to their house.
(I know this might not be required, but I will have to explain for you all to understand the context. The wedding ceremony in Uttar Pradesh takes 12-14 hours to complete. 99% of the wedding takes place in the night. The baraat comes from the groom’s house and stays in a temporary arrangement which is called Janwasa with sheds, beds and tents for refreshments and rest. From there, it is invited to the bride’s house with all band baja for the further ceremonies.)
The Janwasa was near and about 500 meters. I started approaching my car and heard Ankita’s voice. She saw me and asked me where I was going and asked me if she can accompany me. I responded positively.
Now, back in my mind, things had gone serious and complicated. The parts of my body that were compressed due to the cold had started to decompress and get active! I didn’t want other cousins to know about this and rushed towards my car. We had a brief chat in the car and I asked her when was she planning to get married and whether she had a boyfriend. She responded negatively and I gave her a surprised look.
We went to the groom’s father, handed over the coconut that my uncle gave me and asked him to start the procession. It would take a minimum of 45 minutes for them to reach the house with all those band baja. I casually asked Ankita whether she wanted to go for a short drive to the bank of a river that flows nearby. She said, “Your car, your fuel, your call.”
We drove to the bank of the river. Her sister called and asked her where she was and she told her sister that she had just left for the Janwasa to call the baraat with me and would take another 20 minutes to return. Ankita was looking at me and was smiling while lying to her sister. I knew where this was going.
We reached the river, parked the car, and stayed inside. She adjusted the seat and leaned back comfortably. I turned off the headlights, the heater was on and the windows were covered. I asked her whether she was really so fair or if it was the make-up doing the trick. She told me she hadn’t applied any makeup and I can check.
I touched her cheeks and rubbed them slightly. She closed her eyes. Then I kept my fingers on her exposed belly and told her I had to check over there as well and started running my finger through her skin. She didn’t say a word. The pace of her breathing increased. Her eyes were still shut.
I leaned towards her and planted a kiss on her lips. She opened her eyes, looked at my eyes for a couple of seconds, put her hand behind my back, and brought me closer. We started kissing again. My left hand was holding the back of her seat and my right hand was busy rubbing her belly. The only issue was the gear knob poking my dick.
We then moved to the back seat and I made my distant cousin lie down on the seat and continued kissing her. Soon, the kissing changed into licking her neck and collar bone. She was pushing me against her, dry-humping our crotch area and moving her ass with my legs between hers.
Ankita’s moans started to fill the silence inside the car. The time was around 10. The road was empty. Not a sight of a living creature. I slid off the dress from her shoulder, exposing the top rounds of her breast and started licking below her collar bone and gradually moved down between both her tits and got to see her firm perfectly round melons. I caught one of her tits and removed it and started to lick and bite her nipples.
Then I moved my other hand towards her ass and was grabbing it while feasting on her nipples. I lifted her dress excluding her thighs and gradually started to grope, making my way towards her crotch area. We both knew we had very limited time. I touched her pussy over her underwear and realized that sticky fluid had drenched her seamless panties. The panty material was so thin that for a moment I thought she was not wearing anything inside.
I moved her panty aside and started to rub her pussy and inserting a finger inside. Ankita raised her eyebrows in fear. I asked her what happened. She told me that she had never done it before. I shockingly asked whether she was a virgin. She said yes. I thought she was lying and how can a virgin indulge in such intimate moments with a guy she had spoken to 4 hours before?
I told her not to worry and that I would stop whenever she wanted to.
I slid her panty down till above her knees, unbuckled my pants, and slid it down along with the underwear. I started to rub our crotch area while kissing her and gently squeezing her tits. I was trying to insert my dick but I was unsuccessful because of our clothes.
I removed her panties and threw it in the third row. I looked around one more time but I was unable to see anything because of the condensation on the windows. Then I removed my pants along with my underwear, lifted her legs and positioned my dick at the entrance of her virgin pussy, and started kissing her again.
I was gently pushing it in and out and my distant cousin’s reactions and our movement made me realize that she was really a virgin. She was not stopping me but was tightly holding both my arms the moment I started going inside. I thought of going forward, covered her mouth with my hand, gripped her back, and gave a strong thrust. Ankita jerked her body and tried to move but she couldn’t as her head was touching the door panel.
Before she could understand what happened, I repeated the thrust, taking away the little virginity she was left with!
Saliva, tears, mascara, sweat, her hair – everything was just messed up but I continued. And after some time, she wrapped her legs behind my back and started to enjoy her first sex. She started to match the rhythm by lifting her ass. Her cries changed into moans. We were fucking in the same position for maybe the next 7-8 minutes after which I cummed a load inside her. I never felt such a pleasure ever in my life till this date which I did that day.
We were in a hurry but neither of us was able to get up for sometime after our session ended. We were lying in the same position. Our silence was disturbed by a call from her mother and soon we realized we should hurry going back.
I switched on the lights inside and saw the seat had blood stains. The seat was of beige color and the stains were clearly visible. I checked the drawers and found a wiper fluid packet and used it to clean the seat. Meanwhile, Ankita was washing her face with the water in the bottle and adjusted her clothes.
We rushed back and saw that the band baja baraat was in full swing and had reached right in front of the entrance. We parked the car outside and entered the house from the backside.
We exchanged our numbers. I gave her a peck on her cheeks and asked her whether she needed any ointment or cream. She smiled and told me she will message me if required.
We grinded each other over the clothes in the night time and did nothing else as the rooms were occupied with guests. But we were hungry and horny for more.
The next day during the bidaai when everyone was out and busy, we sensed the opportunity and met on the first floor of the house which was a storage room for grains. It was indeed dirty but we didn’t care.
I chained the wooden doors and we started smooching. She was wearing a salwar suit and there were no shortcuts. We sensed that we had enough time. We undressed each other and got completely nude. There was quite a risk involved in this act as the wall had a few missing bricks for ventilation.
We moved a little to the front from where we won’t be directly visible to someone passing through the other side of the corridor.
I signaled her to take my dick inside her mouth and she took it inside without any hesitation. She was not a pro but tried to pleasure me as much as she could. I made her stand and got down on my knees and started licking her pussy. She was holding my head and was pushing deep inside while trying to continuously muffle her moans.
Then I got up and positioned her against the wall and started rubbing her pussy with my dick. Jute bags were lying around and I spread them on the floor and positioned her in doggy style. I entered my distant cousin’s pussy from behind and started fucking her with strong thrusts. We could hear the ladies crying loudly during the bidaai and here Ankita was moaning during the chudai!
She asked me to push deeper. I held her hair and continued fucking her. My dick was completely slipping inside her due to our precum and fluids. She had a strong orgasm and pushed herself to the floor. But I was not done yet.
I turned her around and kissed her for some time. Then I raised her legs and again started to fuck her in the missionary position. We were going mad and she was now moaning a bit loudly. We were lost in our own pleasure. I was starting to build up and she saw my expression. She tightly hugged me and I cummed inside her.
Slowly, we started to realize that we were too loud and hurried up getting back to our senses, and wearing our clothes.
She was done wearing her bra and her salwar when we heard payal sounds and realized that a lady was approaching us. We had goosebumps and we were scared like shit. Someone peeked through the space of missing bricks and saw her tying her pyjama which was immediately followed by a knock on the door.
Ankita’s hair was still messy. She adjusted it a bit and we opened the door realizing it was her mom. She saw me, then her daughter, and the jute sacks lying on the floor, and she immediately realized what had happened.
She said nothing but she was angry like hell which was visible through her eyes. Shortly after the bidai, she started packing her stuff. I was constantly messaging Ankita to ask what happened afterward but there was no reply. There were no double ticks as well. After that day, I never heard from her again.
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