10-07-2019, 05:51 AM
Virginity Lost
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I was an 18-year old guy, high on testosterone and hormones. I was always among the top five in academics. I was into sports — a member of the college Cricket, Badminton and Track teams. I was into cultural events, an active participant and regular winner in inter-collegiate cultural competitions. I was a college star who didn’t know he was a star. That I was also an introvert and extremely self-conscious created a paradox. My academic and extra curricular accomplishments combined with my shy nature often created an impression of arrogance. I was thought of as being a snob. What all of this meant is that I never dated in college — sigh!
Perpetually horny, I nurtured sexual fantasies about every beautiful and sexy girl in class, half the women teachers, most of my neighbors, strangers on the street — you get the idea, right? Maybe you’ve been there or are there too.
It’s not easy for a young, inexperienced teenager to get laid in India. Many Indian men — and women — lose their virginity only after marriage. That’s so unfair. They miss out on their sexually formative years that can teach them so much and make them better performers in bed. If you say that’s not important, you’re lying.
How many married men and women from the subcontinent can truly say that their partner is happy. Read that again. Is your partner happy? Three minutes can make a man happy, but what about your wife? Even for women, the art of seduction and sensuality are essential elements of a sexually vibrant marriage, especially after kids — for both you and your husband.
Well, I was among the lucky few who lost his virginity long before his 19th birthday. It was thanks to the one exception to my teenage dating drought — and thanks to a woman who taught me the first lessons in sexual performance and making my woman happy.
This was in the pre-Internet era in India (yes, I know I am from another generation). There were no mobile phones, no Facebook, no SnapChat, no WhatsApp or Instagram. It was an era of letters written with pen on paper, snail mail and greeting cards (not e-greetings). Phone numbers used to be written down in a little phone book.
A phone number scribbled in a hurry on a scrap of paper was easy to lose and I regret losing her that number to this day. Who knows what direction life might have taken had I not lost it.
I have no idea where she is now. Hopefully, happily married. If she were to ever read this story, she will know. So… thank you. You have no idea how grateful I am — and I am sure many of the women in my life are — for your contribution to my sexual life, and theirs.
First encounters…
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Zara and Ayesha were sisters visiting India on a cultural exchange of some sort. Their base for the month in India was in Bengaluru. I used to live in Mumbai. (The cities used to be called Bangalore and Bombay in those days.) What were the odds that we would even meet?
The brother of the girl they were staying with was part of a college Cricket team that was visiting Bombay for a competition. They thought it would be a cool excuse to visit the city. That’s where Zara, the older sister, first noticed me — at least that’s what she said to me during pillow talk after an intense round of fucking.
I scored a breezy 70-odd runs that day towards my team’s win and took two wickets. As horny as I used to be in those days, I noticed the two hot chicks, obviously from a different country. They were the first two women from a different country that I had seen. Draped in a Hijab that actually accentuated their beauty, they were both extremely sexy, and obviously ***** girls. I stared at every opportunity I got, mentally undressed and enjoyed both of them but we were never introduced and I didn’t really “meet” them then.
It was a happy coincidence that I visited Bangalore for an inter-collegiate cultural festival the following week.
“Hey Mr Cricketer,” I heard along with a tap on my shoulder, during the meet-and-greet that was organized the evening before the cultural event kicked off. I turned towards the voice and there stood Zara, hand extended for a handshake and a broad smile that lit up her bluish-gray eyes. She stood all of 5′ 4″ tall, before my 6′ frame, her personality exuding energy and vitality. Her body in figure hugging jeans and tee-shirt was Goddess Venus in motion — at least to the Junior Mars in my pants.
“Vijay,” I said, shaking her hand. “You were at the match in Bombay were’t you?”
“Zara,” she replied nodding enthusiastically, happy that I had noticed and recognized her.
Over the course of the evening, I met her sister Ayesha and learned about their visit to India. They learned about my academic extra-curricular exploits. “Maybe I should call you Mr Superman, not Mr Cricketer,” Zara quipped at one point, giggling with her sister and friend.
“Vijay will be just fine,” I replied, grinning at the back-handed compliment.
Over the next couple days, we chatted between events, lunch and dinner hosted by the college organizing the competition. My team won the quiz, skits, dumb charades, pictionary and a number of other events that I wasn’t a part of.
“You are one hell of a multi-talented guy, aren’t you,” Zara complimented over chai, after we had just won the quiz. “Good at sports, brainy, actor, and more. Are you as good at anything else?” she added with a wink.
“You will have to hang around and find out,” I replied winking right back. We both laughed. One of the events on the last day was “Antakshari”. My partner for the event was down with food poisoning and as per the rules of the competition, I couldn’t compete alone — I needed a partner. Everyone else form my team was a part of some other competition happening at the same time and I was stranded. Without a partner, we would have to forfeit and I didn’t want to do that. It was an event I was sure I could win — if only I could compete.
“Can I be his partner?” Zara asked the organizers.
“As long as he has a partner, that’s all that matters.”
“Hey, thanks.” I said, after registering our names as partners for the competition.
“Don’t mention it,” she said, “you would have done it alone if they had allowed it. I am just going to be sitting there next to you as your partner. I don’t know a single Hindi song to help in any other way.”
“That will be help enough,” I said grinning.
The surprise move…
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We happened to be placed at one end. There were screens between the tables to minimize eye contact and communication between the competing teams. Round one went well but there was no team either leading or lagging behind. Zara made her move as round 2 was being announced. Reaching over, she placed her hand on mine and squeezed.
“You’re doing good!” she said smiling.
“It’s going to be a tough competition, especially alone.” I said, smiling back.
“Maybe I can provide some motivation?” she said, and, grabbing my hand, placed it high on her thigh, taking me by surprise. “Watch your expressions,” she whispered in my ears giggling as I looked at her — stunned by her move. “Now, you’re allowed to do this,” she said rubbing my hand up and down her thigh, “and this,” she said, placing it squarely on her pussy over her shalwar pants.
“Oh my God,” I groaned under my breath, my cock going rock hard.
“If you win,” she whispered, “there will be a special prize tonight.” and then she giggled.
There could be no mistaking it. She had promised sex tonight if I won. Now, I HAD to win.
I struggled to focus where I needed to through round two. My mind was between Zara’s legs along with my hand that was exploring a warm heaven, rubbing her thighs and pussy over her dress. Somehow, I managed to hold ground and came out as one of the five leading teams by the end of round two.
“You may put it in,” she whispered in my ear, leaning over and guiding my hand to where her shalwar pants were tied, encouraging me to untie the string. My heart was in my throat as I obediently untied her pants and slid my hand inside.
She had on, what felt like cotton panties. And she felt HOT to the touch. As I rubbed her over the panties, I felt a moist spot. When I glanced at her on finding it, she just batted her pretty eye lashes and smiled innocently. Throughout round three, I rubbed her over her panties, particularly where it was moist and felt the moist spot grow as I rubbed it. By the end of round 3, there were three teams left. We were one of them.
As round four started, she grabbed my hand and guided it inside her panties. I now had direct access to her shaved pussy and she was soaking wet. I felt what I now know to be her swollen clitoris, the folds of her pussy lips and her entrance to paradise. I rubbed her as discreetly as I could. By now, I had aching balls and I was struggling to keep a straight face, while Zara put on quite an act of smiling innocently and clapping happily with every point I won.
It was the most erotic experience of my life till then. That we were in the midst of close to 500 people, on stage with just a table hiding what was happening from the public. A blatantly sexual act and hints of what would follow in the middle of such a large crowd was erotic enough. That it was with such a beauty and the first time that I had my hands on a woman’s pussy meant that I was soooo close to cumming. Luckily, she didn’t touch my erection even over my pants, or I am sure I would have erupted right there. And it got even more intense.
At the start of round 5, it was just two teams left — us and a team from Pune. At the start of the round, Zara leaned towards me and whispered, “you are now allowed to put two fingers inside me,”. Through the final round, I was fucking her soaking wet pussy with two fingers, my fingers covered in her flowing juices. I was under pressure on three fronts — I had to win this competition to win the grand prize promised for the night, I had aching balls waiting to burst, and I had her pussy muscles clenching around my fingers creating a whole new level of sexual pressure.
I don’t know how I did it, but I won. With her Shalwar pants untied, she couldn’t stand, so clapped excitedly and cheered from where she was sitting. I stood up to acknowledge the clapping crowd — which meant, I had to reluctantly take my fingers out of her. Which, while it was the last thing I wanted to do, also gave me an idea.
As I stood, I pretended to blow a kiss towards the crowd. I took my index and middle fingers — which had been inside Zara till now — to my lips as if was kissing them and surreptitiously licked them before extending my hand to the crowd. Zara noticed the furtive lick and blushed. It was the first time that I had tasted a woman and I was hooked for life. It was the most divine taste imaginable. I wanted to lick the source of that delicious juice, not just my fingers. I couldn’t wait for what the night might bring.
Finally, I pretended to hug my partner for helping me win and whispered to her, “don’t forget the prize you promised tonight.”
“Can’t wait,” she replied back.
Virginity lost
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It was past 6 pm till all the competitions ended, prizes were distributed and folks started leaving. I had told my team I was going to spend time with my family friends in Bangalore and sneaked away. She was waiting for me at the cafe we had agreed to meet, not too far from the college. We made some small talk and went through the pictures she had taken over her India trip, but I was eager to get away.
“So?” I asked Zara after I had finished my coffee and she had finished her lemonade.
“Let’s get out of here…” she replied, a naughty smile on her petty face.
“Where to?”
“My place,” she said, “Ayesha and the rest of them left for Ooty a couple hours ago. I told them I wasn’t feeling well and stayed back.” she said winking.
It was the toughest 20 minute autorickshaw ride ever. Sitting inches from Zara, the wait was painful. Once we reached their place, she unlocked the door and held it open for me. Once I was in, she followed, closed the door behind her and locked it.
“Coffee, tea or me?” she asked walking up to me and throwing her arms around my neck.
“You,” I replied smiling back at that beautiful face and those gorgeous eyes.
Leaning in, she got in her toes and lifted her face to me, closing her eyes. I reached around her and held her waist before bending down to kiss those gorgeous lips. The first was just a peck. The second kiss was a hard passionate press against her lips. She opened her mouth for the third and I followed her cue. She took the lead and her tongue found mine. My erection was pressing against her as we kissed for what felt like a second and a year at the same time.
“First kiss?” she asked when we finally broke the kiss.
“How did you know?” I said, nodding a bit red-faced.
“Not my first, champion,” she said giggling, “a girl can tell. WOW! I get to be your first. What an honor. No pressure huh?”
And she kissed me again. This time, she guided me blending passion with instruction. I was learning quickly the fine art of kissing when she reached behind her, took one of my hands and placed it on her boob. I squeezed instinctively. She reached down and rubbed me over my jeans.
“Someone’s seems very interested,” she said when we broke the kiss again.
“Has been aching for you all day.”
“Hurts?”
“Not now, but has for a long time since the Antakshari win.” That made her laugh and lead me to the bedroom.
Once there, she unbuttoned and took off my shirt while I got rid of my jeans.
When she got on her knees and pulled my underwear down, my shaft sprang up towards her.
“WOW!” she exclaimed, “impressive.” I didn’t know if she was teasing me or was being honestly appreciative, and honestly, I didn’t care. She took my shaft in her hand and started stroking it, while the other hand cupped my balls and squeezed. Her eyes were locked with mine through it all. “Like that haan?” she said, seeing the expression in my eyes. The novice that I was, I would have liked anything she did.
Zara lovingly kissed the tip of my shaft before her tongue licked my little opening, teasing it. Still looking at me, she took the head of my hardness in her mouth and licked all around it. It was agony and pleasure at the same time, sensations I had never felt before. I was already in heaven.
Gradually, she took more and more of me in her mouth till she could take no more and started sucking and stroking me at the same time. It lasted all of two minutes before I groaned, stiffened and came, flooding her mouth with my cum, a lot of it spilling over her face, her hijab and dress.
In those days, without the internet, we had no access to porn. But even if I had, I am not sure it prepared you for the real thing. The few b-grade adult movies that I had seen in shady theaters were not a scratch on the real thing.
I was naked and she was fully dressed. It was time to change that. Making her stand, I reached for her hijab, intending to undress her from top to bottom.
“No,” she said, stopping me. “Not the Hijab. That stays.” It was after we had fucked that she said, in her culture, the Hijab was a woman’s honor and was off limits. Even a fully dressed woman was as good as naked without her Hijab and usually, only the husbands or long term intimate partners got to see their women without it.
As I took off the rest of her clothes, she guided me to touch and kiss the parts of her body I had undressed. I kissed her shoulders, her boobs, her belly, and her legs till she was only dressed in her lacy bra and panties besides the Hijab.
I had just taken her Shalwar pants off and was kissing her thighs when she guided my face to between her legs and I kissed her pussy over her panties. She grabbed my hair and pulled me into her, moaning softly as I kissed her. Opening my mouth, I ate her over her panties, alternately biting the smoldering hot flesh of her mound and burying my face in her opening. She pulled her panties aside to give me unrestricted access.
“Lick,” she groaned, guiding me towards her opening and I did, up and down her slit, tasting her heavenly wetness. She opened her pussy and guided me to her clitoris and I instinctively sucked it with my lips before licking it and sucking it again. Each time, the speed and intensity increased, as did her moans of pleasure. After a while she pulled me away and guided me to her bedroom.
She got rid of her bra before we got in bed and I instinctively went to work on her boobs, squeezing one while sucking on the other. As I hungrily sucked one tit after the other, Zara guided my free hand to her pussy and I entered her with two fingers. As she started thrusting her hips, I started moving my fingers in and out in rhythm with her thrusts.
Zara was moaning loudly now and guiding my fingers to places that gave her the most pleasure. I alternated between playing with her clit and drilling her hole while sucking one tit after the other.
“Yes, yes, yes….harder, harder,” she mumbled and I followed her cue, sucking and drilling faster and harder. Her breath turned into short gasps and her body started twitching.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she groaned non-stop as her twitching intensified. “Oh God, I am cummmmiiiiiinnnnng….” she screamed before squirting all over my fingers as her body convulsed uncontrollably. She grabbed my hand to stop the drilling and but held my fingers inside her. I continued sucking her gorgeous boobs right through her orgasm till her twitching stopped and she collapsed on the bed panting heavily.
“You like that don’t you?” Zara asked still panting when I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them hungrily.
“You are absolutely delicious,” I replied honestly.
“Will you eat me,” she said. “Most men from where I come from won’t.”
“Oh yes Zara, I would love to,” I replied.
Turning me on my back, she got on top and positioned her pussy over my mouth. Reaching down, she grabbed my cock and started stroking and sucking it.
Instinct took over as I opened and licked her clit, her opening, drove my tongue in and out of her, sucked on her pussy lips and ate her in every way I could imagine. Her juices and her working on my cock were turning me on, and my cock started going hard again.
“You really do like it,” she said taking a break, “you are going to make women really happy.” and after a giggle, she resumed sucking me to hardness.
As I ate her, I felt her body respond, her movements guiding me to where she wanted me to pleasure her. Soon she started twitching, before she tensed, her body started shaking and came, squirting all over my mouth. I lapped up as much of her nectar as I could. “Hell I could do this all day,” I thought.
“Fuck me,” she said in a raspy voice, panting heavily, after her orgasm had passed, “I want to feel you inside me.”
Getting on top of her, I spread her legs. She guided my shaft to her opening and guided the head into her. Her mouth opened into a silent “O” and she closed her eyes as I pushed in. She was incredibly tight and it took a while till I managed to bury my hardness all the way into her.
“WOW!” she moaned opening her eyes, “you’re huge.”
“I am?”
“The biggest so far at least,” she said winking. “Easy champion,” she added as I started moving in and out of her, “I am not used to someone this big in me. Go gentle.”
Her pussy was gripping me so tight, she felt incredible. I started thrusting in and out of her. Starting slowly, I started going faster and deeper with each thrust. I had already cum once and was in no hurry to go again, so I kept pounding her harder and harder for close to ten minutes before she came with yet another orgasm, shaking violently. I held myself inside her, unsure of myself while she came, her pussy muscles twitching around my shaft.
“Fuck, you are incredible,” she said pushing me off her and onto my back once her orgasm had passed. Getting on top, she guided me back into her and started riding me.
Her back was to me and that meant, I couldn’t see either her face or her gorgeous boobs. After letting her ride me like that, I made her turn around so I had access to her boobs.
I played with her boobs and nipples while she rode me for a few minutes before I started inching towards my second. She felt it too as my cock started throbbing inside her, and stopped.
“Not in there,” she said, getting off me, “if you want to cum inside me, it will have to be my ass.” she added.
Still on top, she guided my cock to her other hole. It was even tighter than her pussy.
By the time I was all the way inside her, I was so worked up, I couldn’t go slow anymore and started drilling her .hard and fast, grabbing her ass to hold her in place.
It didn’t last for either of us. Both of us came within just a couple minutes and I exploded in her.
After we were done, we lay there, kissing and touching each other.
“How does it feel to lose your virginity,” she asked between kisses.
“Incredible,” I said, “you are just incredible.”
“Thank you,” she said, “you are quite awesome yourself Champ.”
We eventually drifted off to sleep. I woke up before her the next morning with the usual morning boner, thanks to my hormones. She was lying peacefully asleep on her belly, her legs spread wide, giving me a gorgeous view of her pussy and ass.
Hormones took over. I had mounted her and was pushing my hardness into her when she woke up.
She tried to stop me, but I was too worked up and shoved myself all the way inside her.
“No,” I said, “I want you so bad, I can’t stop. I need you now Zara.”
She kept asking me to stop and slow down but I was overcome by lust and my need for her body.
I keep pounding her hard and fast, drilling her harder and harder, going faster and faster with each thrust, holding her in place, my hardness pounding her tight pussy.
It lasted about five minutes. As my cock started twitching inside her, she tried to make me stop and pull out, but I wasn’t listening.
“No, not inside me,” she begged but I held her in place and erupted, filling her pussy with my cum. I kept pounding her for close to a minute more, as I flooded her with spurt after spurt of my cum till I was completely drained and collapsed on top of her.
She pushed me away and slapped me hard in the face before running to the bathroom. I was stunned. I didn’t know why she was so mad at me. This seemed to be a completely different person from last night.
She came out 20 minutes later, draped in a towel, having showered. She was still crying as she picked up her clothes and went back in the bathroom.
“I am sorry,” I said when she finally came out again.
“Just go,” she said, “you are like everyone else. Just thinking about yourself with no consideration to the woman.”
“I am sorry,” I said again.
“Shut up.” She screamed at me. “I told you not to cum inside me. I am not on birth control. Did you even think what would happen if I got pregnant? Did you care that I might not want to have sex? No. All you wanted was your release. I feel used and violated.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
For the next half hour, I tried to console her. I hadn’t intended to treat her like an object. Thinking back, I was extremely lucky not to have been thrown out. That she listened speaks for her character and big heart.
I was sincerely regretting my insensitivity and poured my heard out to her. She came around to understanding my lack of experience with women and gave me the benefit of the doubt.
But that didn’t mean she wasn’t upset. There was no escaping the fact that she had been violated and in spite of her understanding, getting past what happened would naturally take time. It took all morning.
Around 1 pm, I went out to get us some food. When I returned, she asked me to sit on the couch next to her.
Taking my hand in hers, she said, “promise me you will never ever do that again.”
“I promise,” I said, genuinely sorry.
“I’ve been thinking all morning,” she said, “I get it that you just lost your virginity. I know I am your first and it can be a bit disorienting, as amazing as yesterday was. But a woman isn’t just an object of sex you know. We have wishes and desires too. We need someone sensitive who cares about what we want.”
“I know,” I said, “I’ve never thought of women that way. Yes, I am a horny teenager, but I have always respected women.”
“So, here’s the deal,” she said, “you’re forgiven, regardless of what follows. But if you mistreat me ever again…”
“I won’t,” I said, interrupting her.
“So now that you have done what you did,” she said, leaning towards me, “how about some make-up sex?”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said, kissing her. There was no tentative pecking this time and our tongues were tangled as soon as our mouths met. She started undressing me and I undressed her while hungrily kissing each other.
Once we were naked, she broke the kiss and took my hands to her Hijab. “Yes you may see me completely naked now,” she added smiling shyly. When I took her Hijab off, her flowing dark hair fell cascading over her shoulders. I have always been a sucker for long hair, and hers flowed down to the top of her ass.
She was irresistible, and both of us were needy. I sucked her boobs while fingering her clit till she was soaking wet. Spreading her legs, I ate her hungrily while pinching her nipples till she erupted with a violent orgasm in fifteen minutes. I took her right there on the couch. She wanted it hard from the moment I was in her.
I kissed her mouth and neck as I drilled her pussy. She knew when I was ready to cum by the way my cock started throbbing inside her. As I was getting ready to pull out, she grabbed my butt and held me in her.
“Cum in me,” she groaned.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Fuck yes,” she screamed as I exploded, flooding her with my seed.
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She taught me a variety of tricks from the different positions to the finer points of eating her and things that drove her over the edge. I had found the perfect guru to start me off on my sexual journey.
It was her last weekend in India and we spent most of Saturday and Sunday in bed. I had to leave on Sunday evening because her sister and the rest of the folks were expected back from Ooty on Sunday night. Her flight out was on Monday evening but wouldn’t be able to meet on her last day because she would have her sister and the rest of the folks around her. Before I left, she wrote her phone number down on a piece of paper for me.
Where I lost it, when, or how, I don’t know. That weekend remains with me like a beautiful dream, that never returned.
THE END
I was an 18-year old guy, high on testosterone and hormones. I was always among the top five in academics. I was into sports — a member of the college Cricket, Badminton and Track teams. I was into cultural events, an active participant and regular winner in inter-collegiate cultural competitions. I was a college star who didn’t know he was a star. That I was also an introvert and extremely self-conscious created a paradox. My academic and extra curricular accomplishments combined with my shy nature often created an impression of arrogance. I was thought of as being a snob. What all of this meant is that I never dated in college — sigh!
Perpetually horny, I nurtured sexual fantasies about every beautiful and sexy girl in class, half the women teachers, most of my neighbors, strangers on the street — you get the idea, right? Maybe you’ve been there or are there too.
It’s not easy for a young, inexperienced teenager to get laid in India. Many Indian men — and women — lose their virginity only after marriage. That’s so unfair. They miss out on their sexually formative years that can teach them so much and make them better performers in bed. If you say that’s not important, you’re lying.
How many married men and women from the subcontinent can truly say that their partner is happy. Read that again. Is your partner happy? Three minutes can make a man happy, but what about your wife? Even for women, the art of seduction and sensuality are essential elements of a sexually vibrant marriage, especially after kids — for both you and your husband.
Well, I was among the lucky few who lost his virginity long before his 19th birthday. It was thanks to the one exception to my teenage dating drought — and thanks to a woman who taught me the first lessons in sexual performance and making my woman happy.
This was in the pre-Internet era in India (yes, I know I am from another generation). There were no mobile phones, no Facebook, no SnapChat, no WhatsApp or Instagram. It was an era of letters written with pen on paper, snail mail and greeting cards (not e-greetings). Phone numbers used to be written down in a little phone book.
A phone number scribbled in a hurry on a scrap of paper was easy to lose and I regret losing her that number to this day. Who knows what direction life might have taken had I not lost it.
I have no idea where she is now. Hopefully, happily married. If she were to ever read this story, she will know. So… thank you. You have no idea how grateful I am — and I am sure many of the women in my life are — for your contribution to my sexual life, and theirs.
First encounters…
Zara and Ayesha were sisters visiting India on a cultural exchange of some sort. Their base for the month in India was in Bengaluru. I used to live in Mumbai. (The cities used to be called Bangalore and Bombay in those days.) What were the odds that we would even meet?
The brother of the girl they were staying with was part of a college Cricket team that was visiting Bombay for a competition. They thought it would be a cool excuse to visit the city. That’s where Zara, the older sister, first noticed me — at least that’s what she said to me during pillow talk after an intense round of fucking.
I scored a breezy 70-odd runs that day towards my team’s win and took two wickets. As horny as I used to be in those days, I noticed the two hot chicks, obviously from a different country. They were the first two women from a different country that I had seen. Draped in a Hijab that actually accentuated their beauty, they were both extremely sexy, and obviously ***** girls. I stared at every opportunity I got, mentally undressed and enjoyed both of them but we were never introduced and I didn’t really “meet” them then.
It was a happy coincidence that I visited Bangalore for an inter-collegiate cultural festival the following week.
“Hey Mr Cricketer,” I heard along with a tap on my shoulder, during the meet-and-greet that was organized the evening before the cultural event kicked off. I turned towards the voice and there stood Zara, hand extended for a handshake and a broad smile that lit up her bluish-gray eyes. She stood all of 5′ 4″ tall, before my 6′ frame, her personality exuding energy and vitality. Her body in figure hugging jeans and tee-shirt was Goddess Venus in motion — at least to the Junior Mars in my pants.
“Vijay,” I said, shaking her hand. “You were at the match in Bombay were’t you?”
“Zara,” she replied nodding enthusiastically, happy that I had noticed and recognized her.
Over the course of the evening, I met her sister Ayesha and learned about their visit to India. They learned about my academic extra-curricular exploits. “Maybe I should call you Mr Superman, not Mr Cricketer,” Zara quipped at one point, giggling with her sister and friend.
“Vijay will be just fine,” I replied, grinning at the back-handed compliment.
Over the next couple days, we chatted between events, lunch and dinner hosted by the college organizing the competition. My team won the quiz, skits, dumb charades, pictionary and a number of other events that I wasn’t a part of.
“You are one hell of a multi-talented guy, aren’t you,” Zara complimented over chai, after we had just won the quiz. “Good at sports, brainy, actor, and more. Are you as good at anything else?” she added with a wink.
“You will have to hang around and find out,” I replied winking right back. We both laughed. One of the events on the last day was “Antakshari”. My partner for the event was down with food poisoning and as per the rules of the competition, I couldn’t compete alone — I needed a partner. Everyone else form my team was a part of some other competition happening at the same time and I was stranded. Without a partner, we would have to forfeit and I didn’t want to do that. It was an event I was sure I could win — if only I could compete.
“Can I be his partner?” Zara asked the organizers.
“As long as he has a partner, that’s all that matters.”
“Hey, thanks.” I said, after registering our names as partners for the competition.
“Don’t mention it,” she said, “you would have done it alone if they had allowed it. I am just going to be sitting there next to you as your partner. I don’t know a single Hindi song to help in any other way.”
“That will be help enough,” I said grinning.
The surprise move…
We happened to be placed at one end. There were screens between the tables to minimize eye contact and communication between the competing teams. Round one went well but there was no team either leading or lagging behind. Zara made her move as round 2 was being announced. Reaching over, she placed her hand on mine and squeezed.
“You’re doing good!” she said smiling.
“It’s going to be a tough competition, especially alone.” I said, smiling back.
“Maybe I can provide some motivation?” she said, and, grabbing my hand, placed it high on her thigh, taking me by surprise. “Watch your expressions,” she whispered in my ears giggling as I looked at her — stunned by her move. “Now, you’re allowed to do this,” she said rubbing my hand up and down her thigh, “and this,” she said, placing it squarely on her pussy over her shalwar pants.
“Oh my God,” I groaned under my breath, my cock going rock hard.
“If you win,” she whispered, “there will be a special prize tonight.” and then she giggled.
There could be no mistaking it. She had promised sex tonight if I won. Now, I HAD to win.
I struggled to focus where I needed to through round two. My mind was between Zara’s legs along with my hand that was exploring a warm heaven, rubbing her thighs and pussy over her dress. Somehow, I managed to hold ground and came out as one of the five leading teams by the end of round two.
“You may put it in,” she whispered in my ear, leaning over and guiding my hand to where her shalwar pants were tied, encouraging me to untie the string. My heart was in my throat as I obediently untied her pants and slid my hand inside.
She had on, what felt like cotton panties. And she felt HOT to the touch. As I rubbed her over the panties, I felt a moist spot. When I glanced at her on finding it, she just batted her pretty eye lashes and smiled innocently. Throughout round three, I rubbed her over her panties, particularly where it was moist and felt the moist spot grow as I rubbed it. By the end of round 3, there were three teams left. We were one of them.
As round four started, she grabbed my hand and guided it inside her panties. I now had direct access to her shaved pussy and she was soaking wet. I felt what I now know to be her swollen clitoris, the folds of her pussy lips and her entrance to paradise. I rubbed her as discreetly as I could. By now, I had aching balls and I was struggling to keep a straight face, while Zara put on quite an act of smiling innocently and clapping happily with every point I won.
It was the most erotic experience of my life till then. That we were in the midst of close to 500 people, on stage with just a table hiding what was happening from the public. A blatantly sexual act and hints of what would follow in the middle of such a large crowd was erotic enough. That it was with such a beauty and the first time that I had my hands on a woman’s pussy meant that I was soooo close to cumming. Luckily, she didn’t touch my erection even over my pants, or I am sure I would have erupted right there. And it got even more intense.
At the start of round 5, it was just two teams left — us and a team from Pune. At the start of the round, Zara leaned towards me and whispered, “you are now allowed to put two fingers inside me,”. Through the final round, I was fucking her soaking wet pussy with two fingers, my fingers covered in her flowing juices. I was under pressure on three fronts — I had to win this competition to win the grand prize promised for the night, I had aching balls waiting to burst, and I had her pussy muscles clenching around my fingers creating a whole new level of sexual pressure.
I don’t know how I did it, but I won. With her Shalwar pants untied, she couldn’t stand, so clapped excitedly and cheered from where she was sitting. I stood up to acknowledge the clapping crowd — which meant, I had to reluctantly take my fingers out of her. Which, while it was the last thing I wanted to do, also gave me an idea.
As I stood, I pretended to blow a kiss towards the crowd. I took my index and middle fingers — which had been inside Zara till now — to my lips as if was kissing them and surreptitiously licked them before extending my hand to the crowd. Zara noticed the furtive lick and blushed. It was the first time that I had tasted a woman and I was hooked for life. It was the most divine taste imaginable. I wanted to lick the source of that delicious juice, not just my fingers. I couldn’t wait for what the night might bring.
Finally, I pretended to hug my partner for helping me win and whispered to her, “don’t forget the prize you promised tonight.”
“Can’t wait,” she replied back.
Virginity lost
It was past 6 pm till all the competitions ended, prizes were distributed and folks started leaving. I had told my team I was going to spend time with my family friends in Bangalore and sneaked away. She was waiting for me at the cafe we had agreed to meet, not too far from the college. We made some small talk and went through the pictures she had taken over her India trip, but I was eager to get away.
“So?” I asked Zara after I had finished my coffee and she had finished her lemonade.
“Let’s get out of here…” she replied, a naughty smile on her petty face.
“Where to?”
“My place,” she said, “Ayesha and the rest of them left for Ooty a couple hours ago. I told them I wasn’t feeling well and stayed back.” she said winking.
It was the toughest 20 minute autorickshaw ride ever. Sitting inches from Zara, the wait was painful. Once we reached their place, she unlocked the door and held it open for me. Once I was in, she followed, closed the door behind her and locked it.
“Coffee, tea or me?” she asked walking up to me and throwing her arms around my neck.
“You,” I replied smiling back at that beautiful face and those gorgeous eyes.
Leaning in, she got in her toes and lifted her face to me, closing her eyes. I reached around her and held her waist before bending down to kiss those gorgeous lips. The first was just a peck. The second kiss was a hard passionate press against her lips. She opened her mouth for the third and I followed her cue. She took the lead and her tongue found mine. My erection was pressing against her as we kissed for what felt like a second and a year at the same time.
“First kiss?” she asked when we finally broke the kiss.
“How did you know?” I said, nodding a bit red-faced.
“Not my first, champion,” she said giggling, “a girl can tell. WOW! I get to be your first. What an honor. No pressure huh?”
And she kissed me again. This time, she guided me blending passion with instruction. I was learning quickly the fine art of kissing when she reached behind her, took one of my hands and placed it on her boob. I squeezed instinctively. She reached down and rubbed me over my jeans.
“Someone’s seems very interested,” she said when we broke the kiss again.
“Has been aching for you all day.”
“Hurts?”
“Not now, but has for a long time since the Antakshari win.” That made her laugh and lead me to the bedroom.
Once there, she unbuttoned and took off my shirt while I got rid of my jeans.
When she got on her knees and pulled my underwear down, my shaft sprang up towards her.
“WOW!” she exclaimed, “impressive.” I didn’t know if she was teasing me or was being honestly appreciative, and honestly, I didn’t care. She took my shaft in her hand and started stroking it, while the other hand cupped my balls and squeezed. Her eyes were locked with mine through it all. “Like that haan?” she said, seeing the expression in my eyes. The novice that I was, I would have liked anything she did.
Zara lovingly kissed the tip of my shaft before her tongue licked my little opening, teasing it. Still looking at me, she took the head of my hardness in her mouth and licked all around it. It was agony and pleasure at the same time, sensations I had never felt before. I was already in heaven.
Gradually, she took more and more of me in her mouth till she could take no more and started sucking and stroking me at the same time. It lasted all of two minutes before I groaned, stiffened and came, flooding her mouth with my cum, a lot of it spilling over her face, her hijab and dress.
In those days, without the internet, we had no access to porn. But even if I had, I am not sure it prepared you for the real thing. The few b-grade adult movies that I had seen in shady theaters were not a scratch on the real thing.
I was naked and she was fully dressed. It was time to change that. Making her stand, I reached for her hijab, intending to undress her from top to bottom.
“No,” she said, stopping me. “Not the Hijab. That stays.” It was after we had fucked that she said, in her culture, the Hijab was a woman’s honor and was off limits. Even a fully dressed woman was as good as naked without her Hijab and usually, only the husbands or long term intimate partners got to see their women without it.
As I took off the rest of her clothes, she guided me to touch and kiss the parts of her body I had undressed. I kissed her shoulders, her boobs, her belly, and her legs till she was only dressed in her lacy bra and panties besides the Hijab.
I had just taken her Shalwar pants off and was kissing her thighs when she guided my face to between her legs and I kissed her pussy over her panties. She grabbed my hair and pulled me into her, moaning softly as I kissed her. Opening my mouth, I ate her over her panties, alternately biting the smoldering hot flesh of her mound and burying my face in her opening. She pulled her panties aside to give me unrestricted access.
“Lick,” she groaned, guiding me towards her opening and I did, up and down her slit, tasting her heavenly wetness. She opened her pussy and guided me to her clitoris and I instinctively sucked it with my lips before licking it and sucking it again. Each time, the speed and intensity increased, as did her moans of pleasure. After a while she pulled me away and guided me to her bedroom.
She got rid of her bra before we got in bed and I instinctively went to work on her boobs, squeezing one while sucking on the other. As I hungrily sucked one tit after the other, Zara guided my free hand to her pussy and I entered her with two fingers. As she started thrusting her hips, I started moving my fingers in and out in rhythm with her thrusts.
Zara was moaning loudly now and guiding my fingers to places that gave her the most pleasure. I alternated between playing with her clit and drilling her hole while sucking one tit after the other.
“Yes, yes, yes….harder, harder,” she mumbled and I followed her cue, sucking and drilling faster and harder. Her breath turned into short gasps and her body started twitching.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she groaned non-stop as her twitching intensified. “Oh God, I am cummmmiiiiiinnnnng….” she screamed before squirting all over my fingers as her body convulsed uncontrollably. She grabbed my hand to stop the drilling and but held my fingers inside her. I continued sucking her gorgeous boobs right through her orgasm till her twitching stopped and she collapsed on the bed panting heavily.
“You like that don’t you?” Zara asked still panting when I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them hungrily.
“You are absolutely delicious,” I replied honestly.
“Will you eat me,” she said. “Most men from where I come from won’t.”
“Oh yes Zara, I would love to,” I replied.
Turning me on my back, she got on top and positioned her pussy over my mouth. Reaching down, she grabbed my cock and started stroking and sucking it.
Instinct took over as I opened and licked her clit, her opening, drove my tongue in and out of her, sucked on her pussy lips and ate her in every way I could imagine. Her juices and her working on my cock were turning me on, and my cock started going hard again.
“You really do like it,” she said taking a break, “you are going to make women really happy.” and after a giggle, she resumed sucking me to hardness.
As I ate her, I felt her body respond, her movements guiding me to where she wanted me to pleasure her. Soon she started twitching, before she tensed, her body started shaking and came, squirting all over my mouth. I lapped up as much of her nectar as I could. “Hell I could do this all day,” I thought.
“Fuck me,” she said in a raspy voice, panting heavily, after her orgasm had passed, “I want to feel you inside me.”
Getting on top of her, I spread her legs. She guided my shaft to her opening and guided the head into her. Her mouth opened into a silent “O” and she closed her eyes as I pushed in. She was incredibly tight and it took a while till I managed to bury my hardness all the way into her.
“WOW!” she moaned opening her eyes, “you’re huge.”
“I am?”
“The biggest so far at least,” she said winking. “Easy champion,” she added as I started moving in and out of her, “I am not used to someone this big in me. Go gentle.”
Her pussy was gripping me so tight, she felt incredible. I started thrusting in and out of her. Starting slowly, I started going faster and deeper with each thrust. I had already cum once and was in no hurry to go again, so I kept pounding her harder and harder for close to ten minutes before she came with yet another orgasm, shaking violently. I held myself inside her, unsure of myself while she came, her pussy muscles twitching around my shaft.
“Fuck, you are incredible,” she said pushing me off her and onto my back once her orgasm had passed. Getting on top, she guided me back into her and started riding me.
Her back was to me and that meant, I couldn’t see either her face or her gorgeous boobs. After letting her ride me like that, I made her turn around so I had access to her boobs.
I played with her boobs and nipples while she rode me for a few minutes before I started inching towards my second. She felt it too as my cock started throbbing inside her, and stopped.
“Not in there,” she said, getting off me, “if you want to cum inside me, it will have to be my ass.” she added.
Still on top, she guided my cock to her other hole. It was even tighter than her pussy.
By the time I was all the way inside her, I was so worked up, I couldn’t go slow anymore and started drilling her .hard and fast, grabbing her ass to hold her in place.
It didn’t last for either of us. Both of us came within just a couple minutes and I exploded in her.
After we were done, we lay there, kissing and touching each other.
“How does it feel to lose your virginity,” she asked between kisses.
“Incredible,” I said, “you are just incredible.”
“Thank you,” she said, “you are quite awesome yourself Champ.”
We eventually drifted off to sleep. I woke up before her the next morning with the usual morning boner, thanks to my hormones. She was lying peacefully asleep on her belly, her legs spread wide, giving me a gorgeous view of her pussy and ass.
Hormones took over. I had mounted her and was pushing my hardness into her when she woke up.
She tried to stop me, but I was too worked up and shoved myself all the way inside her.
“No,” I said, “I want you so bad, I can’t stop. I need you now Zara.”
She kept asking me to stop and slow down but I was overcome by lust and my need for her body.
I keep pounding her hard and fast, drilling her harder and harder, going faster and faster with each thrust, holding her in place, my hardness pounding her tight pussy.
It lasted about five minutes. As my cock started twitching inside her, she tried to make me stop and pull out, but I wasn’t listening.
“No, not inside me,” she begged but I held her in place and erupted, filling her pussy with my cum. I kept pounding her for close to a minute more, as I flooded her with spurt after spurt of my cum till I was completely drained and collapsed on top of her.
She pushed me away and slapped me hard in the face before running to the bathroom. I was stunned. I didn’t know why she was so mad at me. This seemed to be a completely different person from last night.
She came out 20 minutes later, draped in a towel, having showered. She was still crying as she picked up her clothes and went back in the bathroom.
“I am sorry,” I said when she finally came out again.
“Just go,” she said, “you are like everyone else. Just thinking about yourself with no consideration to the woman.”
“I am sorry,” I said again.
“Shut up.” She screamed at me. “I told you not to cum inside me. I am not on birth control. Did you even think what would happen if I got pregnant? Did you care that I might not want to have sex? No. All you wanted was your release. I feel used and violated.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
For the next half hour, I tried to console her. I hadn’t intended to treat her like an object. Thinking back, I was extremely lucky not to have been thrown out. That she listened speaks for her character and big heart.
I was sincerely regretting my insensitivity and poured my heard out to her. She came around to understanding my lack of experience with women and gave me the benefit of the doubt.
But that didn’t mean she wasn’t upset. There was no escaping the fact that she had been violated and in spite of her understanding, getting past what happened would naturally take time. It took all morning.
Around 1 pm, I went out to get us some food. When I returned, she asked me to sit on the couch next to her.
Taking my hand in hers, she said, “promise me you will never ever do that again.”
“I promise,” I said, genuinely sorry.
“I’ve been thinking all morning,” she said, “I get it that you just lost your virginity. I know I am your first and it can be a bit disorienting, as amazing as yesterday was. But a woman isn’t just an object of sex you know. We have wishes and desires too. We need someone sensitive who cares about what we want.”
“I know,” I said, “I’ve never thought of women that way. Yes, I am a horny teenager, but I have always respected women.”
“So, here’s the deal,” she said, “you’re forgiven, regardless of what follows. But if you mistreat me ever again…”
“I won’t,” I said, interrupting her.
“So now that you have done what you did,” she said, leaning towards me, “how about some make-up sex?”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said, kissing her. There was no tentative pecking this time and our tongues were tangled as soon as our mouths met. She started undressing me and I undressed her while hungrily kissing each other.
Once we were naked, she broke the kiss and took my hands to her Hijab. “Yes you may see me completely naked now,” she added smiling shyly. When I took her Hijab off, her flowing dark hair fell cascading over her shoulders. I have always been a sucker for long hair, and hers flowed down to the top of her ass.
She was irresistible, and both of us were needy. I sucked her boobs while fingering her clit till she was soaking wet. Spreading her legs, I ate her hungrily while pinching her nipples till she erupted with a violent orgasm in fifteen minutes. I took her right there on the couch. She wanted it hard from the moment I was in her.
I kissed her mouth and neck as I drilled her pussy. She knew when I was ready to cum by the way my cock started throbbing inside her. As I was getting ready to pull out, she grabbed my butt and held me in her.
“Cum in me,” she groaned.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Fuck yes,” she screamed as I exploded, flooding her with my seed.
She taught me a variety of tricks from the different positions to the finer points of eating her and things that drove her over the edge. I had found the perfect guru to start me off on my sexual journey.
It was her last weekend in India and we spent most of Saturday and Sunday in bed. I had to leave on Sunday evening because her sister and the rest of the folks were expected back from Ooty on Sunday night. Her flight out was on Monday evening but wouldn’t be able to meet on her last day because she would have her sister and the rest of the folks around her. Before I left, she wrote her phone number down on a piece of paper for me.
Where I lost it, when, or how, I don’t know. That weekend remains with me like a beautiful dream, that never returned.
THE END
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