My name is Divyansh. This story takes me back to when I was 20, a final-year B.Sc. student. In college, everyone called me the “chocolate boy” because of my fair skin, 6-foot height, and fit physique. My buddy Somit, who was in my class, was a bit shorter but just as good-looking, with a charm that had girls swooning.
Somit and I shared a rented flat, a cozy little place where we’d chill after college. About a year ago, a stunning girl named Vanshika joined our college. At 5’3”, with sharp features, fair skin, and a killer 32-24-32 figure, she was a total bombshell. The moment I saw her curvy body, my cock twitched with one thought: I had to fuck her tight pussy. Like the other girls, she’d eye me up, her gaze lingering a bit too long. I tried getting close to her, but it never went beyond a couple of chats about notes.
During those talks, we exchanged addresses, and she got to know Somit too. Days passed, but I started realizing it wasn’t just her body I wanted—I was falling for her. I didn’t want to miss any chance to make her mine. Her every smile, every glance, drove me wild.
Our college was hosting a function with some games, and as seniors, my group was in charge. One game involved picking chits with tasks to complete. Vanshika joined in, and I saw my chance for some mischief. I tipped her off to pick the yellow chit. When she read it during the game, her eyes welled up, and she started crying on stage. Everyone asked what the task was, but she stayed silent and stormed off.
The crowd teased and laughed. In her white salwar-kurta and red printed dupatta, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment as she left the hall. Guilt hit me hard—I’d written that yellow chit, daring her to strip off her top and walk across the stage. That’s why she broke down. She didn’t tell anyone, but her tears haunted me.
I dragged myself through the rest of the function, lost in thought, and got home exhausted. I headed for a shower to wash off the day. When I stepped out, just a towel around my waist, I froze—Vanshika was standing at my door. My heart raced.
“Hey, Vanshika, you? Come in, sit,” I stammered.
She glared at Somit. “Get out,” she snapped.
Somit shot me a look but left without a word.
As he walked out, Vanshika stepped inside. “You know why I cried on stage, Divyansh?” she demanded, her voice sharp.
I lowered my eyes, guilt choking me.
“You don’t get it, do you? I was falling for you, but you’re just a horny bastard after my body,” she said, her voice trembling.
Her words hit like a punch, but they also lit a spark of hope. I mumbled, “No, Vanshika, it’s not like that.”
“Save it,” she cut me off, turning to lock the door. The room was bathed in the harsh glow of the tubelight. She stood a few feet away, her chest heaving. Suddenly, she ripped off her dupatta, tossing it aside. I was stunned. Before I could speak, she hissed, “This is what you wanted, right?”
In one swift move, she pulled off her kurta. Her red bra barely contained her full, creamy tits, begging to be freed. My cock stiffened under the towel. Then she yanked the drawstring of her salwar, letting it pool at her feet. My eyes traced her smooth legs up to her red panties, clinging to her pussy. I wanted to rip them off and dive in.
She unhooked her bra, letting her perfect, pink-nippled tits bounce free. My dick was rock-hard now. “Go on, satisfy your filthy urges,” she taunted, sliding her panties down her legs. Her bare pussy, with a light patch of brown hair, glistened in front of me.
I dropped my towel and moved toward her. She was crying, but her eyes were glued to my hard cock. When our gazes met, she closed her eyes. I knelt before her, her pussy right at my face, wet and inviting. I pressed a soft kiss to her slit, breathing in her intoxicating scent. My tongue flicked out, tasting her juices.
Then I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around her waist. Her crying stopped. I stood, cupped her face, and kissed her forehead. “Vanshika, if I just wanted to fuck, I’d have a new girl in my bed every night. Truth is, I’m in love with you. Put your clothes on and forgive me for that stupid prank.”
Tears streamed down her face as she clung to my chest. “You mean it, Divyansh? You don’t know how much I love you.”
“You don’t know how much I love you,” I replied, lifting her into my arms and setting her on the bed. I was stark naked, and she was wrapped in just the towel. As we sat there, whispering sweet nothings, my hands kept drifting to her tits, but I held back, not wanting to push.
Vanshika looped her arms around my neck, kissing my cheeks. “Your body’s so fucking hot,” she murmured, pinching my nipple. Her touch sent my cock throbbing again. She felt it poke her, grinned, and slid off my lap to kneel before me. She stared at my dick like it was a prize.
“What’s on your mind, babe?” I asked.
“Your cock’s so big and gorgeous. Is everyone’s this huge?” she teased, her eyes sparkling.
I laughed. “Nah, most guys are smaller. Some are bigger, though.”
Her soft fingers started stroking my shaft, driving me wild. “Wanna suck it?” I asked.
“Fuck yes, my king,” she purred, kissing the tip before taking it into her mouth. She sucked slowly at first, then looked up at me. My eyes were heavy with lust. Suddenly, she deep-throated me, bobbing her head fast. “Mmm, your cock tastes so good,” she moaned. I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth, her muffled “mmmph” sounds pushing me closer to the edge.
She tried to pull back, but I growled, “Suck it, my slut, take it all.” I thrust harder, then yanked my cock out and sprayed my cum all over her tits. Her eyes watered, but she smirked, rubbing my jizz into her skin. “So fucking hot,” she whispered, then strutted to the bathroom.
When she came back, she teased, “Trying to kill me with that dick?”
“Sorry, baby,” I said.
“No worries, I’d let you fuck me to death,” she laughed, kissing me hard. “You’re happy, right?”
We collapsed onto the bed. She started playing with my cock again. “Damn, already soft? I’m not done with this dick,” she said, her voice dripping with mischief. Her confidence made me suspicious. How did she know so much about sex? Why was she so bold for her first time?
“Vanshika, you got a past?” I asked.
“You first,” she shot back.
“I’ve fucked three times,” I admitted. “Twice with hookers, once with a friend’s girlfriend.”
She jumped off the bed. “What’s wrong? My truth bother you?” I asked.
“No, I’m just scared how you’ll react to mine,” she said, her voice shaky.
“Meaning?” I pressed.
“Yeah, I’ve been fucked twice before. It’s my past. Can you let it go?” She started crying.
I pulled her close, calming her down. “Your past doesn’t change how I feel.” I smiled, and we let it go.
“Then why act clueless about my dick?” I teased.
“So you wouldn’t think I’m a slut,” she winked.
“Oh, is that so?” I said, sliding a finger into her dripping pussy. She gasped, “Ahhh,” and melted into me. I sucked her nipple, hard. Her hand jerked my cock while the other squeezed her own tits. “Suck my nipples harder, fuck,” she moaned, her eyes blazing with lust. My dick was begging for action.
I spread her legs, staring at her perfect pussy—light brown hair, pink lips, and glistening wet. “Your pussy’s fucking gorgeous,” I growled, licking her from bottom to top. Her juices were sweet, addictive. “Ohhh… eat my pussy… devour it,” she screamed.
She signaled she wanted my cock again. I flipped us into a 69, my dick in her mouth, my tongue buried in her cunt. “Mmm… your cock’s choking me,” she moaned. I slapped her pussy, making her squirm. “Fuck me now… rip my pussy apart,” she begged, pulling away from my dick.
I wanted to make her cum with my tongue, but she shoved me onto my back. Straddling me, she grabbed my cock and guided it to her pussy. With one thrust, she took me balls-deep. “Ohhh, fuck…” we both groaned. She paused, then shoved her tit in my mouth. “Suck it, baby,” she demanded.
She started riding me, her hips grinding. I matched her rhythm, thrusting up. “Ahhh… harder… destroy my pussy,” she screamed, biting her lip. I sucked, bit, and slapped her tits. “Yes… spank my ass too,” she cried. We fucked like animals, her moans—“Umm… ahh… yesss…”—filling the room.
She clawed my chest, riding faster. “Ohhh, Divyansh… I’m gonna cum…” I grabbed her waist, pounding harder. “Ohhh, my queen… my Vanshika…” I unloaded inside her pussy as she came, screaming, “Fill my cunt!” Our orgasms hit together, and we collapsed, tangled in each other.
Somit knocked later, and we scrambled to dress. It was 9 p.m. I offered to walk her home, but she refused and rode off on her scooter. After that night, our fuck sessions and love grew stronger. She met my friends, I met hers, and our bond deepened.
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