Ever since my cousin sister Geeta Mehra told me about that website, I opened it with a mix of curiosity and excitement. Reading those steamy bedroom stories got my pussy soaking wet. Each tale of wild fucking made my heart race, and I knew I had to share my own first-time sex story. I’m hoping my hot chudai tale will soon light up your screens, just like it did mine.
My name’s Vaishali, 18 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall, with a fair, silky body and boobs that make heads turn. My 34C tits always steal the show, whether I’m in a tight salwar-kameez or school uniform. I’m in class 12, studying in a city school. Back in the village, we lived in a joint family—chacha, chachi, bua, taya, tai—all crammed into a small house. There was no privacy, and I grew up watching live chudai scenes. Late at night, I’d hear moans and see shadows moving, learning the ways of sex without anyone teaching me.
One day, I came home early from school, feeling a bit under the weather. The house was quiet, except for strange noises coming from chacha’s room. I crept to the back window and peeked inside. My eyes widened—chacha was sitting naked on the bed’s edge, and chachi was on her knees, sucking his thick lund like it was her favorite lollipop. “Haa… chus aur chus, meri jaan!” chacha groaned, his hands guiding her head. Then chachi climbed onto the bed, her petticoat hiked up, and chacha rammed his lund into her wet choot. “Aaah… uff…” her moans echoed as he fucked her hard. My panties got damp just watching, my body tingling with a strange heat. I’d seen mummy and papa fucking at night, but never this close, never this raw.
Later, papa built a big house in the city, and we moved there. In the village, I studied in a girls-only Punjabi medium school till class 7. In the city, I joined a co-ed private school in class 8, where I made friends—Shweta, Mariyam, and Noori. Our group was the talk of the school. My friends were already boy-crazy, and Noori even had a boyfriend. My body was blooming too—my round boobs, slim waist, and curvy ass caught every boy’s eye. When I walked in my school uniform, guys stared at my chest, and I started enjoying the attention.
Then Amrit, a boy from my school, proposed to me. He was decent, but I wasn’t interested and didn’t reply. Around the same time, another guy started following me in a Honda City every morning and after school. He was drop-dead handsome—tall, fair, with a rich-boy vibe that made my heart skip. One day, he pulled up beside me, handed me his phone number, and drove off. Noori, who was with me, grabbed the paper and teased, “Patta le, Vaishali! This guy’s a catch!”
I hesitated, “What about Amrit’s proposal?”
Noori laughed, “Keep him for school. This one’s the real deal!”
I took the number and we went to a nearby STD booth. I called him. He introduced himself as Karan and said, “Vaishali, I’m crazy about you. Please, go out with me.” His voice was so warm, it melted me. I said yes.
He replied, “I’m in the market right now. Let me drop you home. Don’t say no!” I looked out and saw him waving from his car. Noori’s house was nearby, so she left. I got into Karan’s car, my heart pounding. Soft music played as he drove, stealing glances at me. He grabbed my hand and said, “Vaishali, you’re so sexy. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
He kissed my hand and whispered, “I love you so much.”
Blushing, I mumbled, “I love you too.”
Suddenly, he pulled me close and kissed my lips. It felt like an electric shock. He parked the car on a quiet road and started sucking my lips. “Mmm… ahh…” my breaths got heavy. I pushed him gently, “Please, stop!”
He grinned, “I’ve been dying to taste these juicy lips, and you’re saying stop?”
Something stirred inside me. I gave in and kissed him back, our tongues dancing together. Before I knew it, his hand slipped under my shirt, squeezing my boobs. He pushed the driver’s seat back and climbed over me. His fingers slid into my skirt, rubbing my thighs. “Aaah… Karan…” I was so turned on, I forgot where we were. He unbuttoned my shirt, pulled one boob out of my bra, and started sucking my nipple. “Uff… haa…” I moaned softly. Then I felt his hand on my panties, and reality hit. I pushed him away, panting, “Karan, we’re on the road! Someone might see us!”
He chuckled, “In this heat? No one’s coming. Besides, you’re holding my lund!”
I blushed hard—my hand was indeed on his hard 6-inch dick through his pants. Shyly, I let go and said, “Please, drop me home.”
He did. In the bathroom, I checked my panties—they were soaked. My boobs had light bite marks, sending shivers through me. For days after, we met like this—driving around, kissing, groping. Each time, my pussy got wetter, and at night, I’d finger myself thinking of Karan.
One evening, I called him. He said, “Skip tuition today. Let’s go to Airport Road. There’s a quiet spot there.”
My stomach fluttered with nerves, but my body was buzzing with excitement. “Okay, pick me up.”
He came in his fancy Ford Endeavour, like a five-star hotel on wheels. We drove to Airport Road, where a small restaurant sat at the corner. Couples were parked in their cars, minding their own business. Instead of parking, Karan took a side road behind the restaurant, completely deserted. A waiter came, and Karan ordered a chilled beer while I got a cold coffee.
As soon as the waiter left, Karan pulled me into his arms. We were so comfortable now, like we’d known each other forever. He flattened the car seat, turning it into a bed. I took the lead, sucking his lips hungrily. “Mmm… Karan…” He grabbed my boobs, squeezing them hard but with a teasing gentleness that drove me wild. I was burning up. He pulled off my top, and I unhooked my bra, letting my 34C boobs bounce free. He pounced, sucking one nipple while pinching the other. “Aaah… haa… suck harder…” I moaned, my pussy dripping. His hand slid into my jeans, rubbing my choot over my panties. I was so wet, it felt like a flood down there.
I tugged down his sports pants and grabbed his lund. It was my first time holding it so openly—6 inches, thick, and rock-hard. It throbbed in my hand as I stroked it. “Haa… Vaishali, you’re killing me!” he groaned. The waiter came back with our order. Karan told him to take the bill and leave. The waiter smirked and walked away.
Karan turned on the AC, the tinted windows hiding us from the world. He fully flattened the seat, making a proper bed. He slid my jeans down to my knees and rubbed his lund against my lips. I eagerly took it in my mouth, sucking hard. “Mmm… ahh…” His dick was hot and salty. I licked the tip, swirling my tongue, making him moan, “Fuck, Vaishali, you’re too good!”
After a while, he laid me back and rubbed his lund on my virgin choot. I was nervous—his dick was so thick, how would it fit? But I thought, “Let’s do this, Vaishali. It’s Lado Rani’s grand opening!”
He pulled off my panties and started kissing my pussy. His tongue flicked my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. “Aaah… uff… Karan, what are you doing…” I moaned, gripping his hair. He licked and sucked until my choot was dripping wet. Then he positioned his lund at my entrance and pushed gently. The tip went in, and I gasped in pain, clutching the seat. “Aaah… Karan, slow…”
“Just a little pain, baby,” he whispered, kissing my neck. He pushed again, and half his lund slid in. I screamed, “Haa… take it out, please!” Blood trickled out, and tears filled my eyes. He kissed my lips to muffle my cries and gave one final thrust, burying his entire lund inside me. “Aaaahhh…” The pain was intense, like my choot was tearing apart.
He slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “Thap… thap…” the sound of his lund fucking my choot filled the car. After a few thrusts, the pain turned into pleasure. I closed my eyes, moaning, “Haa… fuck me harder… aaah…” Karan picked up the pace, squeezing my boobs as he pounded me. “Vaishali, your choot’s so tight, it’s heaven!” he growled.
He flipped me over, making me go doggy style. He entered me from behind, his thighs slapping my ass. “Phach… phach…” the sound echoed as he fucked me deep. “Uff… Karan, aur pelo…” I begged, pushing back against him. Then he sat up, pulling me onto his lap. I rode his lund, my boobs bouncing wildly as he sucked them. “Mmm… aaah…” I was lost in ecstasy, my pussy gripping his dick.
Suddenly, I felt a warm rush inside me—I came hard, my choot pulsing around his lund. “Aaaahhh…” A few minutes later, Karan groaned, “Vaishali, I’m cumming!” and shot his load inside me. We collapsed, panting and sweaty. He handed me a cloth to clean the blood and cum from my choot.
We dressed up and hugged, kissing softly. “How was it, baby?” he asked, smiling.
“Amazing,” I replied, blushing.
The next morning, my pussy was sore and slightly swollen, making walking a bit awkward. Noori, who’d been through this before, got every detail out of me. I told her, “This is just the start with Karan. Wait till I ride more lunds!”
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