Desi Sex Stories Hi, I am Manish, 23, average height, approximately 69 inches, average build, athletic structure. I have always been a devotee of lust and would venture into sexual adventures like watching porn on TV in the drawing room (both parents working, enough time alone).
I was always so horny and could not break my virginity through college. Not that girls weren’t around, but I don’t know, I never felt that comfort level with anyone. I was a virgin till 23, when the universe bumped me into an absolute Aphrodite. No hyping up. Destiny played its best card here when it bumped me into Manisha, 33, South Indian, incredible features, and a jackpot grab.
She had come back from Canada and was into consulting and public policy. She had two successful businesses while being an active public speaker. Exceptionally gifted, knew classical dance and instruments while being a champion through her academic and college life. A debate with her is most likely to render you feeling useless. She is the most intimidating woman I have ever laid my eyes on.
Big eyes with terrific eyelashes, with those South Indian features. Nose as perfect as moulded in plastic. Lips shaped like a bow, craving a touch for ages. Luscious, delicious, yummy… oh, it’s making my tool hard already.
A face that you will remember even once if you see. And if you are someone horny, you might even jerk off thinking about her. Stunning, from top to bottom. 34-28-36 from right to left. Tall, well-spoken, voice like a nightingale, lips so luscious even thinking about it makes my dick hard when I feel the warmth of her breath while kissing her. It used to feel like an electric shock first, with the amount of dopamine that used to be induced.
The best part: she was a virgin. She had been to Europe and studied, worked in many countries. When we started talking about it, I did not believe it either. But then she said she wanted to save it for THE ONE, believing in old-school ways.
I don’t want to make you feel bad or anything, but I am the luckiest man in the world. She had a couple of relationships a long time back, and none of them was good enough to enter her. She protected herself through her studies, where she had every opportunity to explore her sexual fantasies, especially with a figure like that.
She is the kind of woman every man wants to fuck but cannot match up to the intimidation. The way powerful women turn on is wow. She protected her hymen for 33 years, and there she was now: below me, above me, beside me, on top of me, and me inside her. 34D breasts, supple, shaped, with nipples that rise like sunrise in Japan once touched with fingers.
When saliva and tongue do the kissing, the nipple becomes harder than enamel. The dark-colored nipples with an incredible body, flawless navel, and gifted ass, kind of Latina but totally in shape (she used to go to the gym earlier), make her a bombshell. As I said, turning heads wherever she went with a good 5’7″ height. This is what the world saw – the outer world.
To me, it was all of this with a pussy that was tighter than a balloon’s mouth, oozing with fluids that used to cover my dick and send me shockwaves. Her moaning in my ears while doing this, taking my name.
“I have wanted this my whole life.”
“Uhmmmmhhhh”
“Aaahhhhhh”
“You are so big.”
“I don’t think a woman your age would have been able to take a dick that big.”
“I am all yours today.”
Imagine listening to all this from a decimal percentile woman a decade older than me, who is taking a tool for the first time.
When they say big people are good at handling pressure, they mean it. And it reflects in sexual intercourse as well: when you are entering a realm of the softest, wettest hole on earth, being the trailblazer and trying to dig through the debris of more than 3 decades, it’s tougher than it seems.
In the beginning, she used to behave like my bitch, would invite me inside. Would bathe with me, fuck on the table, on the chair, on the sofa, fuck in the shower, in the kitchen, on the balcony. Within 2 months of breaking her seal and my virginity, we had intercourse more than 50 times. We were almost in a live-in where she would leave only rarely.
Things changed after we moved to a different city, with her work taking her back to native while me following up doing freelancing. I did not want to give up on this sex at any cost; the world didn’t matter to me for the last 2 months when I was with her. When working, I would think about what I would do to her at night since she was an obedient bitch at that point. But all in private; PDA is completely out of the question. Behave when with her.
I left my job and started doing freelancing. Luckily, some old college friends were in the city as well. A few of them were close back in the day, and when they knew I quit my job to move with her and was doing freelancing, they were very supportive and asked me to stay with them till I figure out my stuff. 3 guys, 4 BHK, me sharing a room and the other two single.
I remember the day I met her the first time in the new city, Bangalore, after almost a month of visiting home, working on my fitness, and keeping myself clean. After a month of abstinence, I wanted to kiss her the moment I saw her. I leapt forward to put her lips between mine, but she pushed me away. She has her house here; rules are different.
When she dropped me home, I tried to take her to my room and kiss. She wanted to run, but I caught her hand. I could see the lining of the bra beneath the blue salwar kameez she wore. The black strap of her Victoria’s Secret bra shone like a black diamond on her white back.
I pulled her back. Turned her around. She was breathing heavily. I brought her face closer to mine, taking my lips closer to her again. This time she did not resist. My lips touched hers, while my chest pressed against her voluptuous Aphrodite breasts, while my hands rubbed through her neck.
A wave ran through me as I explored my darling further after such a long time. She started biting my ears and saying she missed me, and one of her hands ran through my hair while releasing the most melodic moans a woman can make, while her other hand went straight for the kill towards my tool.
I was already thinking of how many times I would cum inside her because she seemed down for that.
“Uhhh, ahhhh, Manish, uhmmm, ooooh.”
Thud. Knock on the door.
“Hey bro, are you finally here? What are you doing inside? Open the door and let me hug you.”
She looked at me. We were breathing heavily, with my hands on her bosom while her hands were stroking my tool. She giggles, gets closer to me, and says, almost teasing, “Welcome to a new life,” while pushing me away and going to the washroom to tidy up.
I had sucked her lips so hard that her lipstick was all over. In the meantime, I, with my dick up like a rod, had to open the door and hug my friend. Life sometimes… dude.
I ask for a minute, comb my hair, and open the door.
There he was, Saksham, my close college friend. He was doing a great job, handsome as a hunk, well built, and my partner in earlier crimes and the legit owner of the room that I was sharing with him. He had enough money and was just looking to help when he offered to share the room.
He even said, “Pay me rent later when things are fine.”
I excused this obstruction to my sexual advances for him. I hugged him tight, and he was happy to see me. He was asking me about my break and how my parents were when Manisha walked out of the bathroom. And the moment Saksham laid his eyes on her, his jaw almost opened up.
Now, Saksham was extremely popular with girls and was seen as one of the experts at sex. He used to ridicule my decision of staying a virgin when I was in college and say, “You are missing out on the fun. Grab whatever is around and live life,” was what he used to say.
After seeing me end up with a woman like Manisha, it was a tight slap on his face.
Manisha giggled, said ‘hi,’ and proceeded to shake Saksham’s hands while introducing herself.
“Hiiiiiii, I ammmm Manisha. I am so sorry I was in your washroom, and we haven’t even met. I have heard so much about you.”
“Hello… Saksham. It’s good to meet you finally.” Saksham was speechless and just stared back at Manisha as if he had seen a ghost.
“Saksham. Are you there?” Manisha waved her hands across his face and looked at me.
Saksham came back to life and stumbled and uttered a few gibberish words before he got a hold of himself.
“Hi… oh, the pleasure is all mine. You look stunning… woah.”
“I am so sorry… I don’t know what I am saying. I just did not expect seeing such a marvellous woman when I returned from the office. You caught me off guard… and YOU ARE ALWAYS WELCOME TO MY WASHROOM.”
“Hahaha.” Everyone started laughing, and that was how our new life started in the new city.
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