Desi Sex Stories Hi readers, this is my first story. I am sharing my sexual experiences through this. If you have feedback or suggestions, feel free to share!
Let’s hop into the story.
I’m Karthik from Tamil Nadu, currently 24. I’m six feet tall, fair, with dark hair, skinny, and energetic. I have a 5.5-inch dick with a 5-inch circumference.
This story started when I was 19, and it still goes on.
The heroine is Kavitha from Thoothukudi. She was 21 then: five foot four, dusky complexion, petite frame, 32-26-32. She has enough fat on her body to handle pleasure.
Kavitha and Raj (her husband) ran away from home and got married out of love. Raj is 26: dark, bulky, always smells bad, unhygienic, and a drunkard.
They shifted to our building for rental, next to my house. I live with my grandma.
It all started on a Friday night, around 11:30 PM, just a day after they shifted.
Kavitha shouted, “Can someone save me from this demon?”
Suddenly, my grandma and I ran to her house, half asleep, and saved her from her drunkard husband. That’s when I saw her for the first time.
She was wearing only a yellow nightie, nothing inside. The dress revealed her 32B boobs like mini chocolate bombs. Her nipples were poking through the nightie, and her dusky boobs were tempting, inviting me to eat.
I got so hard. The outline of my dick was visible through my shorts, with a wet patch of precum. She noticed it and gave me a side-eye with a naughty smile.
I struggled to control her husband and made him settle in his bed after hearing his rant about his wife. Meanwhile, my grandma told Kavitha to take another nightie and come to my house to change, which I didn’t know about.
After I settled him, I went home to sleep.
To my surprise, Kavitha was changing from yellow to a brown nightie. I saw her naked, only in her panties. She was pressing her boobs and pinching her nipples.
I suddenly entered the room, knowingly. That would be an ice-breaking moment. Her smile gave me confidence.
I didn’t pretend to close my eyes or avoid the moment. I just watched her, enjoying her assets while jerking my semi-hard dick over my shorts.
She was shocked to see me so bold. She didn’t quickly cover herself. She changed normally, caressing her thighs and boobs.
Suddenly, I heard my grandma’s voice from the bathroom: “Do you want anything to eat, ma?”
Just then, I came to my senses and went to her house quickly to pretend to handle her husband, and locked her house. After five minutes, I entered my house casually and saw her eating.
We asked about herself and her reason for marrying this motherfucker.
Kavitha replied that she loved him for his badass behavior, but now she totally hates him. She can’t go to her home in this situation. She said it’s been seven months of this marriage, and he still doesn’t care about her needs, stressing the word “needs.”
I got her hint and asked, “How do you feel right now?”
She cried and placed her head on my grandma’s lap. “No one in my life has asked this question.” I felt so much pity for her.
We talked until 12:30. My grandma felt sleepy and told us to go to sleep. But Kavitha wanted to rant more, getting relieved by ranting.
After that, I decided to start something, something that would work my way. I told my grandma, “Kavitha should stay here for the night. If we send her, it could turn out badly. And her house is full of bad smell, vomit, and alcohol.”
My grandma said, “That’s also right. Let her sleep well… at least for a day. You guys talk and sleep early. Don’t talk for long hours because Kavitha should prepare her husband for work in the morning.”
My grandma went to the hall and slept. We were in the bedroom and closed the door so our murmuring wouldn’t disturb her.
She was talking about her family, studies, hobbies, interests, blah blah. It started to bore me.
After 30 minutes, making sure my grandma was asleep, I asked, “Why did you choose Raj?”
She was yet another girl who fell for the rugged boy trend. She also mentioned Raj is not her type.
She told me her type was “tall, fair, lean, kind, and caring,” mentioning me.
I got her sign and waited for the moment.
As the conversation went on, suddenly she cried and said, “I got no one to care and fulfill my needs.”
I got up from the bed, hugged her with my boner rubbing against her vagina, and whispered in her ear with a soft, husky voice, “Don’t worry, Kavitha. I’m there for you to care and fulfill your needs. You deserve better. Let me be the better one.”
I pinched her waist and slowly rubbed my lips like a feather on her neck.
For a moment, Kavitha was blank and shivered. Suddenly, she pushed me away and looked into my eyes. She saw the pure lust in my eyes, and she enjoyed that look on her, but pretended to be hesitant. She was battling between her unfulfilled desire and her husband.
I didn’t give her time. Again, I went near her, put my fingers on her mouth, and whispered softly, “Don’t worry… it stays between us. I saw you looking at my shorts in your house and giving yourself to me. I know you want this… and you expect me to seduce you.”
I ran my hand into her nightie, caressing her midriff and teasing her pussy. She took a long time battling between her thoughts. Meanwhile, I pinned her to the wall and started saying, “Damn! Look at you… my god! You’re my dream girl to be my wife. You’re a goddess for me, and I want to please that burning pussy and make you mine.”
She was so turned on and lost herself to me. I suddenly knelt down, lifted her nightie, and entered inside. Then I started kissing and giving love marks on her inner thighs, which she wasn’t ready for. She was shivering and moaned softly, controlling herself from being loud. I loved her controlling, and I wanted to tease more to make her control her moan.
I started licking around her pussy, licking her pussy over her panty. I soaked her panty with her love juices. I could sense that heat inviting my dick to ram into her hard.
As her panties soaked, I could clearly see her pussy outline. I started eating through her panties. Meanwhile, my hands were pinching her nipples and caressing her body, running my hand all over. She was responding well to my acts and started pushing my head toward her pussy, moving her hips to enjoy my licking. I didn’t even remove her panties, by the way.
At times, I ran my lips over her waist and midriff, gave her nasty hickeys on her soft skin, and licked her pussy while caressing her fucking boobs. She went into a trance state, arching her body against the wall like a damn goddess.
I sensed she was ready for her first orgasm. I ran my fingers all over her trembling body with a soft touch, then pushed my tongue deep on her pussy through the soaked panty.
Her pussy was dripping wet, and I could taste her fuck juices soaking through the fabric. The smell of her hot, sweaty pussy hit my face. Damn… she was so fucking aromatic.
I started sucking her pussy hard through the panty, slurping her wetness like a hungry dog. My tongue fucked her pussy hole from outside, pressing deep against her tender, swollen lips.
“Karthik kaanaaa… don’t stop… Ahhhh…!” she moaned, her voice breaking into a dirty, fucking scream.
I dug my tongue deeper, probing her pussy, trying to find her little button. When I found it, her fuck button, I vibrated my tongue on it, licking her hard, sucking her like a fucking cock.
She shattered. Her hips fucked my face violently, pounding against my mouth.
“Oh god, Karthik… I’m cumming… I’m fucking cumming…!”
She shot her hot love juices all over my face, drenching me in her pussy water. It washed my entire face beyond her panty, thick, warm, fucking delicious cum.
I kept sucking her spasming pussy, drinking her orgasm like it was the best fuck juice in the world. Her pussy lips were twitching, pulsing against my tongue, still dripping her after-cum. After that, I started blowing cool air on her wet, fucking sensitive pussy and made her relax, enjoying her long, dirty orgasm for so long. She was crawling slowly like a snail against the wall, her body completely broken from the fuck-tastic pleasure.
Her panties were completely soaked, stuck to her pussy, transparent with her cum. I could see her pussy lips through the fabric: pink, wet, fucking perfect.
*****
Will she be guilty for her orgasm with a guy younger than her, or will her unfulfilled desire make her fall for more pleasure?
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Stay tuned for Part 2.