Hey friends, let me introduce myself first. My name is Prabhat Kumar, 22 years old, from Lucknow. I’m an average guy, about 5 feet 8 inches tall, not too muscular or skinny, fair-skinned but nothing extraordinary. My cock is 6.3 inches, thick enough to do the job well during fucking, never got any complaints. I came to Noida for my B.Tech studies, living in a hostel.
Now about the woman in this story. Her name was Rita, around 32 years old, living in Dwarka, Delhi. She had two kids—a boy of 8 and a girl of 5. She was from a middle-class family, sexy as hell, fair, not too fat or thin, with a curvy body. Her boobs were big, around 36 size, her ass was perfectly round, and her thighs were thick and soft. She worked at a medical center from 10 AM to 5 PM. Her husband died six months ago in an accident, leaving her a widow, managing her kids alone.
This is my first real sex story I’m sharing with you all. It’s about how I got to fuck a widow’s pussy for the first time through Facebook. Back in Lucknow, I lived in a small rented room away from home for studies. I had a girlfriend, Priya, 18 years old, but she never let me fuck her. Whenever I tried, she’d say, “Not now, only after marriage.” I was frustrated, always jerking off to calm my urges.
When I moved to Noida, I stayed in a hostel where guys and girls lived together. I’d see girls walking in the corridors, their tight jeans showing off thick thighs and swaying asses, and my cock would get hard instantly. I’d rush to the bathroom to jerk off, only then I’d feel calm. It got worse in Noida—every time I saw a woman or girl walking, her hips moving, my cock would stand up, staying hard until I masturbated. Days passed like this, but I couldn’t control myself anymore. I needed a pussy to fuck.
I started messaging married women and girls on Instagram and Facebook, sending friend requests to anyone who looked interested. For months, I got no replies, and I was losing hope. Then one day, Rita from Delhi messaged me back. She lived in Dwarka, and we became friends on Facebook. She told me about her kids, her husband’s death, and her job. I shared about my life too. Slowly, we started chatting late at night, from 11 PM to 1 AM. She opened up about her loneliness and struggles raising her kids. I listened, gave advice, and since she was a stranger, I messaged freely without fear.
Soon, I started calling her “sweetheart” and “jaan.” She’d laugh and say it felt nice. I could tell she was getting attracted to me. Not long after, she asked for my WhatsApp number. That same night, at 2 AM, she called. I was half-asleep but woke up, heart racing with excitement. She asked about my life—where I live, what I do, how’s college. I told her everything. Then I asked, “Why are you asking all this in the middle of the night?” She laughed and said, “I can’t sleep, and I thought of talking to you.” After a pause, she said, “Can you come to my place now?” I was shocked, my heart pounding. Was this real? But her voice was serious. Hesitating, I said, “Okay, I’ll come, but you pick me up from the station.”
She agreed, and I got ready. It was tough sneaking out of the hostel at night, but I managed. At the station, she arrived in a car. Seeing her in person, she was stunning—wearing a saree, hair loose, face slightly tired but sexy. Her boobs were tight in her blouse, ass perfectly shaped in the saree. My cock twitched in my jeans. We shook hands, she smiled, but we didn’t talk much. We took an auto to her house in a small lane. Her kids were asleep in another room, the house modest but cozy.
Inside, she gave me water. I sat on the sofa, and she stood in front of me, grabbing my hand. Her hands were warm. Smiling, she said, “I love you,” and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back, feeling her body’s heat, her boobs pressing against my chest. My hands trembled, I was nervous but horny as hell. My heart raced, wondering if this was really happening, but she was clinging to me.
Then she said openly, “I want you to fuck me. It’s been five months since my husband fucked me, I’m so thirsty for it.” Her words made my cock rock hard. I kissed her, sucking her lips hard. She kissed back, matching my pace. I said, “Your photos made my cock hard every time. I wanted to fuck you so bad, I jerked off twice some nights thinking of you.” She laughed, “Then fuck me for real now, I can’t wait anymore.”
We kissed for a long time, my tongue in her mouth, sucking her soft lips. She sucked my tongue, her hands in my hair. “Mmm…” I moaned softly. While kissing, I grabbed her ass—it was soft and thick, felt amazing to squeeze. She slid her hand to my jeans, rubbing my cock. “Ahh… so hard…” she whispered, her hand trembling with excitement. I could tell she was nervous too.
I pulled her saree’s pallu down, unbuttoned her blouse. Her big boobs spilled out in her bra, I squeezed them hard. “Ohh… press them harder…” she moaned. I shoved my tongue deeper in her mouth, she sucked it wildly, like she was starving. Her loneliness was pouring out. I unhooked her blouse, lifted her bra, her boobs bounced free. Her nipples were hard, I sucked them hard. “Aah… suck them, bite them…” she moaned, pressing my head to her chest.
After a while, she pushed me onto the bed. I fell, and she climbed on top, kissing my chest as she unbuttoned my shirt. She unzipped my jeans, pulled down my underwear. My 6.3-inch cock sprang out, thick and hard. She stared, “Wow, it’s nice, bigger than my husband’s.” Without using her hands, she took it in her mouth. “Ohh… your mouth’s so warm…” I groaned. She sucked, swirling her tongue, spitting on it. “Slurp… slurp…” sounds filled the room. I grabbed her head, thrusting into her mouth for five minutes. She took it, my cock slippery with her spit, veins bulging. It was my first time getting sucked, and it felt unreal.
I love married women’s curvy bodies, so I unhooked her bra, sucking her boobs again. “Aah… suck harder, bite them…” she begged. I sucked one, squeezed the other, then kissed down her stomach. Her panty was wet, her pussy dripping, smelling musky and hot. I pulled her panty down, her pussy was clean-shaved, pink. I licked it, and she shivered, “Ooh… slowly, Prabhat…” But I dove in, sucking her pussy like a hungry dog. “Aah… ohh… feels so good…” she moaned, moving her hips. She tried pulling away, but I grabbed her thighs, sucking harder. “Stop, you bastard, slow down! It hurts…” she shouted, but I didn’t stop.
She tried pushing me off but gave up, pressing my face into her pussy. “Aaaah… I’m cumming…” she screamed, gushing all over my face. I kept licking, swirling my tongue. After fifteen minutes, her legs shook, “Ohh… I’m peeing…” Some piss leaked, but I sucked harder. She came again, “Mmm… aah… enough…” and collapsed, panting heavily.
I lifted her legs, rubbing my cock on her pussy. “Ohh… your pussy’s so hot…” I said. I rubbed for five minutes, sucking her boobs. She got horny again, “Put it in now, I can’t take it…” She grabbed my cock, guiding it to her pussy, pushing her hips up. I thrust in, she gasped, “Aah… it hurts…” I put her legs on my shoulders, fucking her deep. “Thap… thap…” sounds echoed. I fucked for fifteen minutes, her moans loud, “Yes… harder… aaah…”
She cursed, “You sucked my pussy so hard, shoved your cock in one go. Bastard, it hurts after so long, but it feels good…” I fucked harder, squeezing her boobs. Then I made her go doggy style, “Now I’ll take you from behind…” She got on her knees, ass up. I slammed my cock in, full depth. “Aaaah… it’s so deep… you’ll tear me…” she moaned. I fucked her, slapping her ass, “Thwack… thwack…” She moved her hips, “Fuck me, you bastard… aah…”
I checked the time—3:30 AM. I’d only cum once, controlling myself since it was my first time. I fucked her on and off, sucking her boobs, licking her pussy in between. Fucked her twice more, then came hard, “Aah… I’m cumming…” She said, “Cum inside…” She was thrilled with my fucking.
Later, I fucked her office friend Suhana too. I’ll share that story in the next part.
Tell me how you liked my first fuck story.