New Pussy Pleasure

First, a big salute from all cocks to all pussies, and respects to Guruji.

My name’s Ankur, mates, and my cock isn’t some massive beast like others brag about here. It’s a decent six-and-a-half inches, thick enough to do the job. You know how it is when a girl’s seal breaks—hurts like hell. My cock’s just right, not too big, so girls seem to prefer me for their first fuck. Less pain, more fun.

I’ve got loads of experience breaking seals, and I bloody love it. I only go for used pussies when I can’t find a fresh one. So far, I’ve popped twenty-one cherries. But enough of that, let’s get to the story—I don’t want to bore you lot. This is a true tale, mind you, cos I hate liars and lies both.

This happened last month. We’d just bought a new house in a posh Delhi area, with decent neighbors. Across from us lived a girl named Hema, about nineteen, a proper stunner. Small, perky boobs, slim waist, pink lips, and an arse that could make any cock stand to attention. Fair skin, long black hair, and eyes that seemed to whisper naughty things.

We’d only been in the new house four days. One morning, I was on the balcony sipping coffee when I caught her staring from her balcony. She gave a shy smile, and fuck, my cock went rock hard. Wanted to grab her right then and screw her senseless, but I held back. If she made the first move, it’d be twice as sweet.

I’m twenty-two, a smart-looking lad, good height, decent build. Girls go mad for me. I run a crockery export business, head to the office at ten, back by eight. Weekends are off. That day, I went to work, but my mind was stuck on her lips and that arse. When I got home, Mum said Hema had dropped by, asking about me—where we’re from, what I do, all that. I grinned to myself.

Next day was Saturday. I woke up at seven, stepped onto the balcony, and there she was again. She nodded a hello and signaled she’d come over in a minute. Before I knew it, she was at my door. Good thing Mum was at the temple. I asked, “Yeah, what’s up?”

She said, “You were staring at me, right? Thought I’d come meet you.”

I acted annoyed, “Please, get out of here. If someone sees, we’re in trouble.”

She laughed, “Chill, baba, I’ll go. Why so scared? By the way, your name’s Ankur, right? You do business, and you’re not married? Don’t you ever feel like getting hitched?”

I snapped, “What’s it to you?” Truth is, I was nervous—only four days in the neighborhood, didn’t want a bad rep.

She said, “Please, can you do me a favor?” Her eyes had this innocent spark, and I melted. “Tell me, what’s the favor?” I asked.

“I heard your English is cracking. Mine’s rubbish. If you could teach me a bit, I’d owe you forever.”

I said, “No big deal. If your folks are cool with it, I’m fine. Come over at eight every night.”

She thanked me, and I seized the chance, “In friendship, no sorry, no thanks!” She smiled and left. Just then, Mum came back from the temple and asked, “What brought you here, beta?”

I thought Mum was suspicious, so I slipped into my room. But Hema told her I’d be tutoring her in English cos her exams were near and she couldn’t find a good teacher. I overheard and was chuffed to bits.

That day, I couldn’t focus at work. A hot girl like that, fresh pussy—who’d want to work? I got home by seven. Mum asked about dinner, but I said, “Later.” At eight sharp, Hema showed up with her books. I said, “Studying’s best done in private,” and took her to my room. We sat on my bed. She opened her book, asking about this and that, but my eyes were glued to her boobs and lips.

She caught me, “What you staring at?” I joked, “Reading your face. I’m a bit of a psychologist, you know. Bet you’ve got some problem.”

She got excited, “How’d you know? Tell me more!” I saw my chance and said, “Feels like you’re missing someone in your life. Maybe a friend to share your heart with.”

She nodded, looking sad, and said, “Tell me more!” I said, “Let me check the lines on your cheeks.” I started touching her cheeks softly. My cock was practically bursting out of my pants.

She asked, “What’s written on my cheeks?” I said, “Someone’s coming into your life soon. You want him, but if you delay telling him, you’ll regret it forever.”

She said, “What if he says no?” I replied, “That won’t happen.” Suddenly, she hugged me tight and said, “I love you, Ankur!”

I didn’t miss a beat, “I love you too, jaan!” and planted my lips on hers. We kissed hard for five minutes, locked in each other’s arms, sucking lips like there was no tomorrow. Then her mum shouted from downstairs, “Finished studying? Come home, beta! Rest tomorrow.”

I told her, “Tomorrow’s Sunday. I might be out, so come at eight in the morning.” She left, and I couldn’t sleep all night, just thinking about when I’d fuck her.

Morning came, and at eight, she was there. Mum was off to the temple again. We went straight to my room, locked the door, and I kissed her burning lips. She kissed back, her breath hot and heavy. I slid my hands under her t-shirt, feeling her small boobs. She shivered but didn’t stop me. I pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her perky boobs in a pink bra. I unhooked it, and her nipples stood hard, begging to be touched.

I sucked one boob, teasing the nipple with my tongue, while squeezing the other. “Aahh… Ankur…” she moaned, her fingers in my hair. I undid her jeans, sliding them down to reveal a tight pink panty. I rubbed her pussy over the fabric, and she gasped, “Uff… Ankur… what are you doing?”

“Just starting, jaan,” I whispered. I pulled her panty down, exposing her tight, hairless pussy, like an untouched bud. I ran my fingers over it, and she was already wet. I slipped a finger inside, and she moaned, “Aahh…” I moved it in and out, her moans getting louder, “Ankur… please… do more…”

I laid her on the bed and spread her legs. I licked her pussy, tasting her salty juices. “Uff… aahh… Ankur… what magic is this…” she groaned, her legs trembling. I sucked her clit, and she bucked, cumming hard in minutes, her juices all over my face. I licked her clean.

She sat up, pulled off my shirt, and kissed my chest. She unbuttoned my jeans, grabbed my hard cock, and said, “This is so hot!” She stroked it, then knelt and took it in her mouth. “Fuck… Hema…” I groaned as she sucked, licking the tip, then taking it deep. I held her hair, guiding her, and she went at it like a pro for ten minutes.

I laid her back down, spread her legs, and rubbed my cock on her pussy. “Ankur… please… put it in…” she begged. I pressed the tip against her tight hole and pushed. It wouldn’t go in easily—she was too tight. I pushed harder, and she screamed, “Aahh… it hurts!” I covered her mouth so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. The tip was in.

“Jaan, it’ll hurt a bit, then feel good,” I said, kissing her. She nodded. I pushed again, and half my cock slid in, her pussy gripping me tight. She whimpered, “Uff… Ankur… slowly…” I pulled back slightly and thrust hard, my full cock burying inside her. She cried out, tears in her eyes, looking like she might pass out.

I kissed her, waiting for her pain to ease. Soon, she started moving her hips. I began slow thrusts. “Aahh… uff… Ankur…” she moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist like a vine. I picked up speed, each thrust hitting deep. “Ankur… harder… fuck me hard…” she screamed. The room filled with her “Aahh… uhh… ooo…” moans.

I flipped her over, putting her in doggy style. Her round arse looked perfect. I gave it a light slap, and she gasped, “Uff… Ankur… what’s that?” I slid my cock in from behind, fucking her hard. “Aahh… uff… shhh…” she moaned, her boobs bouncing. I grabbed her waist, pounding deeper.

After fifteen minutes, she came again, her pussy soaking wet. I turned her back to missionary, put her legs on my shoulders, and fucked her with long, deep thrusts. “Aahh… Ankur… stop… I’ll die…” she screamed, but her eyes screamed pleasure. I mixed short, fast thrusts with long ones, her moans growing wilder, “Uff… aahh… shhh…”

Her nails dug into my back, and I squeezed her boobs. After twenty minutes of relentless fucking, I came hard inside her pussy, collapsing on her. She was panting, her face glowing with satisfaction.

We were knackered. She could barely move, but I helped her dress quickly, scared Mum might show up. Later, she said she was over the moon. I fucked her four more times after that, and she got three of her friends’ cherries popped by me too. That’s a story for next time.

Mates, this is my first story. Please let me know how you liked it, so I can share more true tales with you.