Desi Sex Stories Hello everyone! I am Piyush. I have been an ISS site visitor for at least the last ten years, but I have never written anything until now. I am currently twenty-seven years old and living in Jaipur, Rajasthan.
The upcoming story is based on my real-life experiences involving my female classmate (not my girlfriend) and her family from 2019 to 2026, right up until she got married. And by “family,” I mean nearly every woman in her family! 😉
The story is quite lengthy, so it will be broken into parts based on different incidents. Since this actually happened, all the people’s names have been changed, but the names of places, cities, states, and other details are exact and true to life.
At the time, I was twenty-two years old, six feet one inch tall, and had a decent, athletic body with enough muscle in the right places from regular workouts. So yes, I was masculine enough to catch anyone’s eye.
[If anyone wants to contact me or meet up anywhere in Jaipur, they can drop a mail at [email protected].]
Let’s dive into the story.
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In August 2019, after completing my undergraduate degree, I joined a reputed and famous university in Jaipur for my post-graduation in Computer Science.
The first two days were reserved for orientation and other formalities. That was when I saw her for the first time – the main character of this journey – Prachi. She was a petite girl, fair in color, twenty-one years old at the time, and stood at five feet two inches. Given her height and build, you can probably picture her structure, but I must point out that she had amazing breasts for her frame. They were like ripe oranges, perfectly shaped, medium-sized, firm, and pointed. She wore glasses and had a very cute face that would make anyone turn around for a second look.
Before heading into the classroom, all the new admissions were asked to assemble on the front lawn for further instructions. That was where we made eye contact for the first time, and many times after that. At the moment, I didn’t know we were in the same class and section. Because of the large crowd on the lawn, I soon lost sight of her and proceeded to the classrooms as instructed.
When I reached the classroom, true to my backbencher habits, I marched straight to the second-to-last row and sat down. I started scanning everyone entering the room. After ten minutes, I saw Prachi walk in with three other girls, and my eyes lit up instantly.
She and the other girls sat in the second row, and the orientation soon started. Many professors came, introduced themselves, and left, which bored everyone completely. Soon, our HoD arrived and started asking questions. He pinpointed me because I was sitting all alone in my row. Everyone turned around to look at me, and Prachi’s eyes met mine once again. He asked me to come down and sit in the front. I noticed an empty spot for one person in the third row, right behind Prachi, so I took that seat, and the class continued.
After the HoD left, everyone was busy on their phones. I initiated a conversation by saying ‘hello’ to her and the others sitting near me. We all started chatting and sharing details about our previous education and colleges. That was when I learned that Prachi and the other three girls had been friends for a long time and were all from a small town nearby the city of Mandsaur in Madhya Pradesh. Surprisingly, all four girls were virgins, though I only found that out later.
As classes went on, we talked freely. I noticed that from turning back and forth so many times, the shoulder of Prachi’s top had shifted slightly, exposing her white bra strap. I gently reached forward and adjusted her top for her. She noticed the gesture and thanked me with a broad smile. The chatting continued, and after two or three days, we formed a good friend group consisting of those four girls, me, and one other boy. We started hanging out together most of the time, whether in class or outside, and we talked continuously over WhatsApp and other social media.
Everything was normal, and college life continued as usual. During this time, we all got to know each other well and shared details about our lives, past experiences, and relationships. Prachi and I grew closer because we were both single. She had recently gone through a bad breakup just two months prior after catching her boyfriend triple-dating. Since I was already single, this shared status deepened our friendship and ignited a spark between us.
After about eight to ten days, I noticed during a lecture that Prachi was upset, looking sad and gloomy. I asked her what was wrong, but she said it was nothing and tried to focus on the lecture. Fifteen minutes later, class ended, and we all went to relax on the front lawn. Seeing her still in the same mood, I asked her again, insisting that she share whatever was bothering her. That was when she confessed that her period had started that morning and she was in uncontrollable pain from cramps. As she said this, she lowered her head, rested it on my knees, and started crying quietly.
I comforted her by gently stroking and patting her head, combined with rubbing the back of her neck and down her spine to her lower back. This went on for another fifteen minutes, during which she twitched lightly two or three times. I knew instantly that she was feeling better. By then, it was time for the next class.
As everyone was busy packing their bags and getting ready to leave, I lowered my head to inform her the same in her ear and quickly kissed the back of her earlobe without anyone else noticing. When everyone stood up to leave, Prachi had a broad smile on her face. I noticed that her nipples were poking slightly through her shirt. She was wearing a semi-formal shirt and matching trousers made of thin fabric, making it clear that she was aroused by my actions.
Before that moment, I hadn’t really had any sexual thoughts about Prachi; I simply liked her and felt attracted to her. But seeing her erect nipples flooded my mind with sexual thoughts about her, and I started getting hard. I controlled myself and quickly signaled her situation to her with my eyes. She understood the hint, looked down, and covered her chest by hanging her college bag in front of her. She excused herself and quickly went to the washroom with one of her friends, while the rest of us went to the classroom.
Five minutes later, she reached the class looking refreshed, her nipples now normal. However, the friend who had gone with her, Akshita, was smiling continuously while looking at me. I smiled back, knowing Prachi had told her what happened.
I was sitting on the innermost left side of the fifth row, which was the third-to-last row in the class – essentially, the middle of the room. Prachi came from the other side of the row and sat right beside me on my right, and Akshita sat next to her. Our other friends were sitting in the row just ahead of us. Soon, the rows in front of us filled up, and the lecture started. It was a hardware maintenance class, and ten minutes into it, we were both bored. Prachi started yawning occasionally, resting her head on my shoulder again and again.
After doing this two or three times, she started touching and playing with my hand, feeling my forearm muscles and veins by making circles all over them with her fingers while keeping her eyes on the professor. This continued for another five minutes while my hand rested on the table. After that, I relaxed my shoulders, which brought my elbow parallel to her boobs, pressing against her left breast.
She froze her hand and smiled out of the corner of her lips, looking straight ahead without saying a word. I waited two minutes for any objection, and when there was none, I deliberately began to press her left boob with my elbow. This time, I applied more assertive pressure, keeping it there longer, lifting, and pressing again harder.
From Prachi’s facial expressions, it was easy to tell she was getting horny; she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs every two or three minutes. After ten minutes, I stopped abruptly, and she glanced at me with a questioning look. Five minutes passed, and this time, I placed my right hand on her left thigh. She jerked slightly at my sudden move but didn’t remove my hand. I kept it resting there, and started squeezing and pressing her thighs through her pants.
After a few minutes, I started to rub her thigh, caressing up and down slowly and steadily, gradually increasing the pressure and speed while covering her inner thigh. This continued for another ten minutes.
Up until this point, I hadn’t moved my hand toward her crotch, keeping it just below. But after seeing no resistance from her side, I decided to proceed further. I moved my hand closer to her crotch and started rubbing, pressing and caressing there, close enough that a flick of my finger would touch her pussy. This made her even more aroused.
Soon, her breathing turned heavy, and her two orange-like boobies rose and fell rapidly. She lowered her head onto the table and closed her eyes, fully enjoying the pleasure.
I kept this up for another ten minutes, gently rubbing and pressing her cunt with my fingers every few minutes while caressing her thigh. Gathering more courage, and knowing that any sudden noise in an ongoing class would attract unwanted attention, I stopped caressing.
I rested my palm directly over her crotch and pressed two fingers firmly against her pussy. Prachi gasped and let out a soft, muffled moan. Luckily, no one else heard it because she was facing me with her eyes closed, her head still resting on the table.
While pressing and rubbing her pussy through her pants, to make it more exciting, I reached for her left breast with my other hand, squeezing it softly over her shirt. The moment I pressed her tits, she bolted upright and sat straight up. I had to quickly retract both of my hands. All of this happened in a span of two minutes, so you can imagine how intense the situation was.
After a few seconds, Prachi leaned in slightly and whispered in my ear that she was wearing a sanitary pad and couldn’t proceed any further in that condition, otherwise her clothes might get spoiled.
I understood her situation, especially since the class was ending in ten minutes, and nodded in agreement. She smiled and bit her lower lip, showing she wanted more. I signaled for her to put her head back down on the table, and she did so without a second thought.
Now, I rested my chin on my right palm with my elbow on the table, using my left hand to quickly undo the second button of her shirt. I slipped my thumb, index, and middle fingers under her bra, catching hold of her left nipple, which was already fully erect from the earlier foreplay. I started pulling and twisting it vigorously, driving her wild in pain.
Her eyes rolled back, and she breathed heavily, clenching her teeth to keep her moans from escaping. I kept playing with her nipple for another three to four minutes. When the moans became too uncontrollable to hold back, she pressed her mouth against her bag kept on the table in front. A couple of minutes later, the lecture ended.
As the professor prepared to leave, I removed my hand, and she quickly fixed her shirt.
The moment the professor left, she grabbed Akshita and headed straight back to the washroom. When they returned, Akshita came up to me and said with a laugh, “Are yaar… thodi der toh ruk jata! One hour mein hi usko pad change karke aana pada wapas!”
I laughed, with a smirk on my face. Later, Prachi told me that she had gotten incredibly wet during the action, and fluids from her pussy had mixed with her period blood, making the pad so damp that she had to change it immediately.
The remaining two hours of the college day went smoothly without further incident, and everyone took off for their homes. Soon after, a WhatsApp notification popped up on my phone. It was a message from Prachi.
What happened next will be continued in Part 2.
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So guys, this was the first incident in my sexual journey with Prachi and her family. In upcoming stories, I will narrate how our first fuck was and how I got involved with her family.
Please forgive any mistakes made in writing, and feel free to drop any comments at [email protected] for any improvements or suggestions of any kind in future parts.