Hey friends, I’m Anamika, a 26-year-old hot chick with fair skin, 5’4” tall, and a killer 34-28-36 figure that makes my boobs and ass the center of attention. My life’s all about fun and fucking, and today I’m spilling a story that gets my pussy wet just thinking about it. This is about me and my guy, Rahul, a 28-year-old stud, 6 feet tall, muscular, with a thick 7-inch cock that tears my pussy and ass apart every time.
So, the story kicks off when Rahul came to Agra to meet me. We’d already fucked like crazy in a hotel room before, and that night was so wild—three rounds of hard fucking, and he passed out with his cock still inside my pussy. He left the next morning, but that whole week, I was going nuts missing him. Every night, I’d finger my pussy, imagining his cock pounding me, getting myself off over and over.
A week later, at 10 in the morning, there’s a knock on my door. I’d just showered, wearing a thin pink nighty, black bra, and panties underneath. The nighty was so tight, my boobs and ass were practically popping out. I opened the door, and Rahul stormed in, slamming it shut and pulling me into his arms. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue diving into my mouth, and I could feel the heat of his body against me.
“Anamika, I’ve been dying for your pussy all week. Quench my thirst today,” he growled in my ear, his voice dripping with lust.
I teased, laughing, “Oh, have some water then. I’ll grab a cold drink too.”
He grinned, took a sip of water, and said, “Water’s fine, but I’m not drinking my cold drink from a glass.”
I smirked, “Oh yeah? How then?”
He pulled me close, kissed me hard, squeezed my boobs, and said, “In a new style. You’ll see.”
I adjusted my nighty and asked, “What new style?”
“Just wait, I’ll show you,” he said with a naughty wink, pulling me tighter.
I said, “Hold on, let me shower first.”
He grinned, “Let me bathe you.”
Blushing, I said, “Shameless! I’m shy.”
He laughed, “You’re not shy when I’m fucking your pussy and ass.”
I giggled, “Well, I get so horny then, I lose my senses.”
“Then let’s get you horny and bathe you. I’ll show you my new cold drink trick. Trust me, you’ll love it,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
I laughed, “Fine, let’s go.”
We went into the bathroom, and Rahul pinned me against the wall, kissing me like a starving man. One hand was on my boobs, the other rubbing my ass. He turned on the shower, and cold water soaked my nighty, making it stick to my body. My boobs were popping out of my bra, nipples hard, and my panties were visible through the wet fabric. Rahul’s breath got heavy seeing this. He knelt down, lifted my nighty, and started kissing my thighs, working his way up to my panties. “Aah… Rahul… feels so good,” I moaned.
He slid his hands into my panties, one hand rubbing my ass, the other teasing my pussy. I was already wet, and his fingers made me hotter. “Aah… Rahul… more… aah,” I gasped. He grabbed my panties with his teeth and slowly pulled them down. Seeing my dripping pussy, his mouth watered, and he started licking my clit. “Aah… ohh… fuck… Rahul… I’m dying… aah,” I moaned, grabbing his head and pressing it against my pussy. His tongue slid over my pussy lips, and I was burning with lust. His hand played with my asshole, and I was so close to cumming. “Aah… Rahul… I’m… I’m gonna cum… aah… fuck!” My pussy gushed, and I trembled, leaning against the wall.
He laughed, “That’s just the start, baby.” He lifted my nighty higher, unhooked my bra, and smeared my pussy juice on my hard nipples, then sucked them hard. “Aah… Rahul… suck harder… ohh,” I moaned. My bra fell off, and I stripped off my nighty, standing naked except for my panties, which I kicked off.
I looked at Rahul’s jeans, where his cock was rock-hard, straining to break free. “Baby, why’re you torturing that poor thing? Let it out,” I teased.
He grinned, “Oh, it’s coming out, or where’s the fun?”
I said, “Wait, I’ll grab a cold drink.”
He said, “Go on, I’m thirsty.”
I ran to the fridge, naked, and grabbed a chilled Fanta. Running back, my boobs were bouncing, and my breath was heavy. Rahul stared and said, “Fuck, your boobs are amazing.”
I laughed, “Okay, drink your Fanta.”
He smirked, “First, you suck my lollipop.”
I teased, “Lollipop? I’m not a kid!”
He said, “I’ve got a tasty lollipop for you.”
I giggled, “Show me then.”
“Close your eyes,” he said. I did, and he unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down his underwear, and took out his thick cock. He poured some Fanta on it and said, “Open your mouth, baby.” I did, and he slid his cock in. I licked it and said, “Mmm, orange-flavored lollipop!”
He laughed, “Yeah, now suck it good.”
I pulled his jeans and underwear to his knees and started sucking his cock. It was so thick, it barely fit in my mouth. I licked the tip, swirled my tongue around it, and tried to take it deep. Rahul grabbed my head and fucked my mouth. “Aah… Anamika… suck it… ohh… fuck, you’re good,” he moaned. I played with his balls, and he got even hornier.
Suddenly, he said, “Stop, or I’ll cum now.”
I laughed, “So cum!”
He said, “No way, I’m fucking your pussy and ass first.”
I giggled and stepped back. He stripped off his T-shirt and jeans, standing fully naked. He said, “My turn. Serve me that cold drink.”
I asked, “How?”
He grabbed the Fanta bottle and said, “You’re my glass.” He made me stand in front of him, poured Fanta from my lips down to my boobs, navel, pussy, ass, and thighs. The cold drink made me shiver, but his tongue followed, licking it off my boobs, navel, and then my pussy. “Aah… Rahul… fuck… lick it… ohh… feels so good,” I moaned. He licked my asshole too, and I was dripping again. “Aah… Rahul… I’m gonna cum again… ohh… fuck!” My pussy squirted, and I was shaking.
Now I said, “My turn.” I knelt down, poured Fanta on his cock, and sucked it, licking his balls too. “Aah… Anamika… fuck… you’re killing me,” he groaned. I deep-throated him, and he was losing it.
Suddenly, he grabbed me from behind, pinching my boobs hard. I screamed, “Aah!” His cock was rubbing against my asshole, making me shiver. He lifted me up, his cock grinding against my ass, and carried me to the bedroom. He told me to get on all fours on the bed, grabbed a Vaseline jar, licked my asshole, and smeared Vaseline on it and his cock.
I asked shyly, “Gonna fuck my ass first?”
He said, “Yeah, I’m tearing your ass apart today.”
I laughed, “Okay, but go slow, or you’ll rip it for real.”
He used two fingers to loosen my asshole, then slowly pushed his cock in. “Aah… Rahul… slow… it hurts… ohh,” I moaned. He started thrusting gently, his hands squeezing my boobs. He fingered my pussy too, and I was getting wetter. “Aah… Rahul… harder… ohh… feels good,” I screamed, lost in lust. He got wild, grabbed my thighs, and slammed his whole cock in my ass. “Aah… fuck… I’m dying!” I screamed, pain mixing with pleasure. He fucked my ass harder, his cock tearing me apart. “Aah… Rahul… fuck my ass… rip it!” I yelled, crazy with lust. He slapped my ass cheeks—smack, smack—making them red. “Aah… fuck… love it,” I moaned.
He stopped and said, “Now ride my cock.” I laughed, “Fine, you win.” He lay down, and I sat on his cock, facing him, bouncing slowly. His cock went deep in my ass. “Aah… Anamika… keep riding… fuck… so good,” he groaned. One hand pinched my boobs, the other rubbed my pussy. I was close again. “Aah… Rahul… I’m cumming… ohh… fuck!” My pussy squirted, soaking his hand and stomach.
I panted, “I’m exhausted.”
He smeared my pussy juice on my boobs and sucked them, then rubbed his cock between them to clean it. He told me to lie face-down, putting three pillows under my stomach. I got scared, “What, more ass-fucking?”
He laughed, “No, baby, now your pussy’s turn.”
I said, “Pussy’s fucked from the front.”
He said, “New style.” He spread my legs, rubbed my pussy, and slammed his cock in. “Aah… fuck… Rahul… slow!” I screamed. He fucked my pussy hard, pinching my nipples and licking them. I looked down, his cock pistoning in and out. “Aah… Rahul… harder… ohh… so good,” I moaned, cumming again.
I asked, “You still haven’t cum?”
He said, “Not yet. I’m fucking you till I’m done.”
He pulled me to the edge of the bed, stood on the floor, put my legs on his shoulders, and fucked me hard. His cock hit deep inside my pussy. Suddenly, I felt something hot. I asked, “Did you cum?”
He laughed, “No, I pissed in your pussy. Feels good, right?”
I screamed, “Fuck… you’re crazy… aah… so good!” I came again. He fucked me like that for 10 minutes, then sat me on the table’s edge, wrapped my legs around his waist, and pounded me. “Aah… Rahul… tear my pussy… harder!” I screamed.
His breaths got faster. “Aah… Anamika… fuck… I’m cumming… ohh!” he yelled. I pulled him closer with my legs. He lifted me up, my pussy still on his cock, my boobs bouncing wildly. He fucked me mid-air, and I screamed, “Aah… Rahul… harder… ohh… fuck!” He gave a final thrust, and his hot cum shot into my pussy, calming its fire. My pussy squirted again, our juices dripping onto the bed. We collapsed, exhausted.
After a bit, I got up, still naked, and cooked for us. We ate, still naked, then fell asleep in each other’s arms. Two hours later, we fucked again in different positions. At night, we had another wild round, and he slept with his cock in my pussy.
Morning came, and we did a 69, sucking each other off. Rahul said, “Baby, I’ve never had this much fun in one day. I don’t think I could without you.”
I laughed, “Yeah, the way you fucked my pussy and ass with so much love, no one else could. I love you, baby.”
When he got ready to leave, I got sad. He said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon with a friend. We’ll both fuck your pussy and ass together. Imagine, one cock in your pussy, one in your ass—pure bliss.”
I grinned, “Then I’ll call my friend too, and we’ll have group sex.”
With that promise, he left.
So, friends, what did you think of my story? Drop your thoughts, and if you’ve got hot stories, share them with me.