Desi Sex Stories Hi, guys, I am Vicks (name changed). Currently 34 years old and working in a central government job. The story is from Namma Bengaluru, my native. The only time I had sex till now. Enjoy, and do let me know how my first write-up turned out. People can reach out to me on Telegram @Enveeeka.
The prelude dates back to the years 2008 to 2010 when I was pursuing my junior year in a small private college in Chamrajpete. I am naturally shy around ladies (including girls too). Being dark-skinned and a person who cared not for his appearance, no one from the opposite sex cared to look at me.
However, my academic brilliance gave me a bit of popularity. While the ladies ignored me, I used to fantasise a lot about a few in my college. One such person was Prakruti (name changed). She was not my classmate but my Hindi lecturer hailing from Orissa.
God, her smile used to give me hard-ons; her low-waist sarees would drive me mad; her smile would hypnotise me into a world of lust, while the cute strand of hair dangling on her cheek made me happy.
She was around 8 – 10 years older than us. Very friendly, jovial and popular with students due to her age, beauty and curves.
One evening I was in Jayanagar attending a birthday party of my nephew. I stepped out of the party hall to get some fresh air. I saw Prakruti going around shopping in a mini skirt, deep-neck top and an almost bare back. My dick was jolted awake from sleep, pressing hard against my pants.
The bulge was evident. I quickly moved back into the party hall to avoid embarrassment. However, the next day, I was confronted by her. She questioned my running away with a sly smile and a wink. I went as red as a tomato.
She said, “Tum tamatar jitna laal ho gaye ho. Kha jaane ka man kar raha hai.” (You have become red as a tomato; I feel like eating you up.) And with that, she pulled my cheeks and left. This happened in a secluded corridor. She was inching closer when the bell rang.
We heard people coming in from all sides. My face was super sweaty, and I couldn’t gaze her in the eye. The remaining duration of my college went normally with mini tease and taunt sessions by my teacher. She enjoyed teasing me. I liked it too but was not daring to do anything further.
All I used to do was return home and unload in my washroom.
In 2010, we graduated and moved on. I did my engineering and then landed a job in 2015. Meanwhile, I used to visit the college now and then. I noticed her steal naughty glances at me.
One day, I received her request on Instagram. I hesitated, but then I accepted. However, neither of us tested each other. Soon, due to certain regulations in my department, we were told to uninstall all social media apps and deactivate accounts.
With that, I lost contact with my sexy hot teacher.
In 2020, a few friends who were in touch through WhatsApp informed me of a reunion. It was being organised at a resort on Bannerghatta Road. I confirmed my participation and took leave accordingly.
The event was going on smoothly. It was nice catching up with old buddies. I became a hot topic for discussion. My appearance had transformed from a shabby, unkempt guy to an athletic, fit, chiselled, smart-looking government official.
While I was yet warming up to the atmosphere, someone came and closed my eyes from behind. It was a woman’s hands. She asked me to guess who it was. I immediately shouted out happily, “Prakruti ma’am.”
She was like, “Chillane ki kya zarurat hai?” (No need to shout.) Heart in heart, I was happy to see her. She was wearing a black one-piece suit with her legs exposed till her thighs. I could literally make out the shape of her boobs and ass. My emotions started racing again.
As the party progressed, we moved to dance and music. Most of us were quite stoned or high. I too had my share of drinks. My friends pushed me into the dance area as I was avoiding it. Prakruti Ma’am was also swaying on the floor with another classmate of mine.
As soon as she saw me, she approached with a very cunning smile. She kept dancing in front of me, and I was also trying to do some moves which seemed horrible. Suddenly the song on the DJ console shifted to “SHAPE OF YOU.”
The energy of the party hit a different high. Prakruti Maam grabbed my belt and pulled me closer and whispered, “Aaj kahan bhagoge, mere Tamatar?” (Where will you run today, my tomato?) She placed my arms around her hips and pressed her upper body against mine.
A huge shiver passed through my body. One of the sexiest women I had ever seen was so close to me. My bulge started growing; she noticed it and was smiling ear to ear. I tried freeing myself, but she held on to me tight. She tried to insert her hand into my pants.
I started sweating profusely. To my good or bad luck, another classmate came and asked the teacher for a dance. In that split second, I bolted to the resort washroom. I had to let my thing out. I stripped off all my clothes and started wanking. I took my time and released all the pent-up fluids.
I came out, and I saw Prakruthi waiting outside, looking too pleased. Her dress near the groin was slightly dishevelled and wrinkled. She just said, “Maza aaya?” (Did you enjoy?) I blushed again, and she left laughing.
After a few days, my birthday was around the corner; I got a ping on my phone. It was her asking me to call her immediately. I hesitated but then did so. She said, ‘I have sent you something on the phone; check it and let me know.’ She disconnected the call.
I opened WhatsApp and opened her chat. I was stunned; it was a video of me from the resort bathroom wanking, full face visible. It had clear audio too. I realised I was done for. I immediately called and apologised. She said if the video should not go viral, I should do as she says.
She asked me to go to a location she shared. I immediately went there. It was an internal society with small houses. As soon as I knocked on the concerned door, I was pulled in aggressively. It was Prakruti Maam. She was wearing a nightgown, and the room was dimly lit with a bed and a TV.
She approached me and started unbuttoning me. I could see the lust in her eyes. She asked what I was waiting for. She said she knew all along how horny I was. She played along to enjoy the game. She pushed me on the bed and climbed over me.
She unbuttoned every single button of my shirt very slowly and seductively. With each button undone, she would kiss the exposed area seductively while staring into my eyes. I was too aroused. I tried to grab her. She dodged me and said she would take the lead.
She moved up to me. She came so close that I could feel her soft, warm breath on my lips. Slowly our lips locked, fingers intertwined, and eyes closed. With every second, the intensity of kissing peaked. I could not believe it. After few intense minutes of DFK we both separated gasping for air.
She let out a cute laugh and asked why we waited so long for this. I said I was shy. She ran her pretty long fingers along my hair and cheeks and slyly told me how she used to fantasise about me. She revealed it was her biggest fantasy to bed a studious shy guy.
She then pulled my head back by holding on to a tuft of hair. She started kissing my neck passionately. With every kiss and lick, my dick sprang to life and started poking her. She was happy. I tried to move myself and open my trousers; she pinned me down and started biting me wildly.
Within the next few minutes, I had hickies all over my neck and upper chest. She now sat up straight and, in a menacing way, pulled her gown over herself, revealing black panties and a padded bra. She took my palms and placed them on her breasts.
I, missing all the action till now, grabbed one of her soft, squishy boobs and squeezed it hard. She let out a huge moan. I raised my upper body and embraced her. It was now my time to return the hickey favour. I gave her at least 13 hickies on the exposed part of her boobs and chest.
We embraced each other, and she started grinding me with small to-and-from movements. I could no longer hold on, but she insisted. While increasing her movement of butts, she unhooked herself and exposed her titties. Man, that sight mesmerises me even today.
I obliged by faithfully sucking them, pinching them and biting them. She was so aroused that her panty was wet. She turned around and asked me to widen my legs. She exposed her back to me. Her flawless skin was so smooth and soft. I started kissing her back slowly.
She was elated, and I could feel the shivers she experienced with every touch of my lips. I bit her shoulder and earlobes. Pulled her towards me. Pushed her hair and charged at her side of the neck like a bloodthirsty vampire. I fondled her breast with my right hand and slid my left hand over her panty.
I started teasing her clit. With all the coordinated squeezing, biting and clit rubbing, she started moaning loudly and invoked every possible god. She begged me to stop, but I was not done yet. Within two minutes, she hit the peak thrice, and I could feel her juices spread along the fabric of the panty.
I removed her panty and went and locked myself in the washroom. I made a video call and saw her half-angry and half-confused look. Before she could say anything, I set up the camera against the wall and started playing with the panty, sniffing, licking and rubbing it against me.
I never knew this would turn her on. Her fluids flowed out on the bed within a few seconds. She abused me and asked me to come out that instant. As soon as I stepped out, she tied up my arms behind my back. She pressed me against the wall. She slid her hands inside my underwear and started stroking.
She became too aggressive within seconds. I told her it was getting slightly uncomfortable. She did not pay any attention. She smacked my face and continued stroking while pulling me into a deep French kiss. She was so intense that she caused my lower lips to crack and one of her teeth chipped.
She then lowered herself and pulled my undies down. She started licking my tip. This was my first blowjob experience. Feeling ticklish, I started dancing. She threw me on the bed and took complete control of me. Since it was my first time, I ended up releasing even before she was properly done.
She did not let a single drop go to waste. Now both of us were extremely tired. She lay down on my chest and started talking to me after untying my hands. Her fingers played with my chest hair, lips, ears, etc.
After a few minutes, she wanted to start again; she asked me to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror. She straddled my thighs and sat on me facing the mirror. I passionately let my mouth work on her, exploring every possible part of her upper body within reach.
I slowly moved my right hand to her clit and started massaging. She was soon dripping wet. She took my fingers covered in her fluids and sucked them like a teasing slut. I asked her to lie down on the bed. She did. I slowly inserted my middle finger into her pussy; she erupted in joy.
She started blabbering in Odia out of pure pleasure. While I moved the finger in a small, rhythmic to-and-fro motion, I used my thumb to massage the clitoris. She grabbed my hand with both her hands and dug her nails in. I looked up at her, and her eyes were shut tight. She was biting her own lips.
I was enjoying the scene. I slowly curved my middle finger to hit her G-spot, and that made her have tears in her eyes. She started moaning and begging me to keep going. I asked her if she would be okay if I inserted another finger; she snapped at me and said, “Don’t ask; just do it.”
Within a few seconds of inserting my second finger, she let out a huge howl and released her fluids. I asked her if she needed rest. She said all she wanted now was my dick. This was the moment I was waiting for; within a couple of strokes, my boy was as straight as a lighthouse.
She mounted me and started riding my dick up and down while passionately kissing me. I was too aroused. Being my first time, I was about to hit the peak soon. I suddenly realised we were not using a condom. I literally lifted her off me abruptly, and my cum went spraying all over her body.
I apologised and told her the reason. She asked me not to worry as she would take a contraceptive tablet. She went to the windowsill and asked me to enter her from behind. The position proved a bit irritating for a novice like me. Finally, when I did find her pussy, it was an accomplishment.
She laughed cutely at my fumbles. She held the back of my neck as I started pumping her. I kissed her back and neck. I slowly increased my speed, and in a minute ejaculated inside her. She also reached her orgasm just before I released. We both stood in the same position.
I hugged her from behind, and my dick was inside her for a while. The mixture of juices trickled down both our legs. She dropped onto her knees and licked every bit of it from my feet till the dick and gave another blowjob. As soon as my dick was ready, I fucked her for the third time in the missionary position.
The lust and intent in her eyes made me go mad. I fucked so intensely that my skin on my knees got scraped by the bedspread. She hit a climax soon and announced it. I was about to take out my dick, but she insisted on continuing. Within a few moments, I ejaculated.
The moment I did, she dug her claws deep into my shoulders, causing a wound. I sport that scar even today.
With such intense action, we both fell asleep cuddling and kissing. When I woke up, it was 5 in the evening. I told her I had to leave and headed home with an enduring happiness and a light heart.
The event made me really happy. She subsequently returned to her native country, and we stayed in touch over WhatsApp. I thanked her countless times for taking my virginity. Recently, she sent me an invite. It was her wedding.