Jiju Sali Sex Story: At 24, I landed a temporary job in Bhopal, all thanks to my brother-in-law, Sameer, who worked his magic to secure it for me. I moved in with my elder sister, whom I lovingly call Didi, at their cozy home. They gave me the room at the back—a spacious, airy haven with a window framing neem trees swaying in the breeze, their shadows dancing on my walls at night. That room became my sanctuary, a place where my deepest desires began to stir. Sameer was an engineer, his days filled with blueprints and calculations, while Didi, a nurse, tended to patients at the hospital. Their jobs often left the house quiet, and I’d lose myself in daydreams, my thoughts increasingly consumed by one man—Sameer.
It didn’t take long for Sameer and me to grow close. His playful teasing, the way his eyes lingered a little too long, sparked something wild in me. Sameer wasn’t just handsome—he was magnetic. Tall, fair, with a sculpted body that strained against his shirts, broad shoulders, and a voice so deep it sent shivers down my spine. His mischievous grin promised trouble, the kind I craved. I’d catch myself staring, imagining his hands on me, his lips claiming mine. Didi’s night shifts left us alone often, and the air between us crackled with unspoken tension. When we’d go out together, I’d watch Sameer hold Didi’s hand, his fingers brushing her skin. Sometimes, she’d playfully graze his ass as they walked, and the sight ignited a fire in me. I wanted that—someone to touch my curves, to worship my round, full ass with the same hunger.
Sameer started testing the waters with me. He’d grab my hand, his warm grip sending my pulse racing. I’d let him hold on, my fingers trembling under his touch, and I knew he felt it. His “accidental” brushes against my boobs or hips were anything but innocent. I was certain he meant every graze, every lingering contact, and I played along, pretending to be oblivious while my body burned for more. Each touch was a spark, setting my desires ablaze. On nights when Didi worked late, I’d creep to their bedroom door, heart pounding, and listen. The sounds of their lovemaking—Didi’s soft moans, Sameer’s husky groans, the rhythmic creak of the bed—painted vivid pictures in my mind. My pussy would throb, soaking my panties as I stood there, aching. Back in my room, I’d slide my fingers into my dripping slit, imagining Sameer’s thick cock inside me, fucking me until I came, his name on my lips.
I fought to keep my desires in check, but Sameer’s every move pushed me closer to the edge. My body screamed for him, my mind obsessed with one burning need—to feel him fuck me senseless. Then came the night that changed everything, a night so charged it still makes my skin tingle.
Didi had a night shift, and we rode Sameer’s motorcycle to drop her at the BHEL bus stop. As her bus pulled away, the heavens unleashed a torrential downpour. Sameer and I raced home, soaked to the bone. My thin kurti clung to my curves, transparent from the rain, my hard nipples and full hips outlined for his eyes. At home, I caught him staring, his gaze raking over my body like a predator eyeing its prey. My cheeks flushed, and I whispered, “Jiju, don’t stare like that… you’re making me shy.”
He flashed that devilish grin, his eyes dark with hunger. “Neha, you’re fucking irresistible right now. How’s a man supposed to look away?” My breath hitched, and I fled to my room, but my body was alive, pulsing with need. This was it—the moment I’d been waiting for. I showered, letting the warm water tease my sensitive skin, and slipped into a sheer silk nightie. It hugged my curves, barely concealing my erect nipples and the swell of my ass, a deliberate invitation. Sameer had showered too and was in his room, looking dangerously sexy in a fitted t-shirt and loose pajamas. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and said, “Neha, this rain’s got me chilled. Let’s warm up with a drink. Come on, babe, join me.”
I demurred, “No, Jiju, I don’t drink.” But I could read his intent, the way his eyes devoured me. I wanted to play his game, to see how far this could go. I thought, if I act tipsy, I can let go without guilt. “Okay, just a tiny bit,” I said, my voice teasing. He poured me a drink, and I pretended to sip, spilling most of it when he wasn’t looking. Sameer knocked back a few pegs, his demeanor loosening, his eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned closer, voice low. “Neha, got a boyfriend stashed away somewhere?”
I blushed, toying with my hair. “Had one… not anymore.” He smirked, “Oh yeah? Did he get to have some fun with you?” I swatted his arm, feigning shock. “Jiju! Stop it, you’re embarrassing me!” He chuckled, leaning in. “One more sip, and you’ll tell me everything, won’t you?”
I took another “sip,” amping up my drunk act. Giggling, I slurred, “Jiju, you’re always saying Didi’s the hottest… but you’re the one who’s got me all flustered!” His eyes darkened, voice husky. “Neha, you’re the fucking fire here. Look at you—pure temptation.”
The room felt charged, the air thick with desire. Sameer grabbed my hand, pulling me toward him. I let myself fall into his lap, my ass pressing against his growing bulge. Acting drunk, I giggled, “Jiju, what’s that hard thing poking me?” I wiggled, grinding my round cheeks against his cock, feeling it swell. His hands gripped my hips, and I swayed deliberately, letting him feel every curve.
He squeezed my ass, his fingers digging in. “Fuck, Neha, you like that, don’t you? Get on the bed, baby, let’s have some real fun.” I pouted, playing coy. “No way, Jiju, you’re gonna do something naughty!” He growled, “Just a taste of you, nothing more.”
My heart was soaring. I sauntered to the bed, lying down with a teasing smile. “Jiju, if you’re gonna be bad, should I close my eyes?” “Fuck yeah, close them and feel every second,” he said, his voice dripping with lust.
I shut my eyes, and Sameer settled beside me. His warm hands roamed my body, starting at my thighs, caressing them like they were precious. His fingers traced upward, lingering on my ass, kneading my cheeks with a hunger that made me moan softly, “Mmm… Jiju…” His hand brushed my pussy deliberately, each touch igniting sparks. My nightie was soaked with my arousal, and I was aching for more.
He claimed my pussy, his fingers rubbing my slit through the fabric, finding my wetness. I was dripping, and his touch drove me wild. I moaned, “Sss… ahh… Jiju…” His other hand cupped my boobs, squeezing them, teasing my hard nipples until I squirmed. I slurred, “Jiju, your hands are fucking magic… keep going… do whatever you want!”
Sameer’s restraint snapped. He gripped my boobs harder, his fingers diving deeper into my pussy’s folds through the nightie. My juices stained the silk, and I was lost in ecstasy. I gasped, “Jiju, no more… stop!” I slid off the bed, teasing him, knowing he’d follow. He did, pressing himself behind me, his hands seizing my boobs. He growled in my ear, “Neha, I’ve been dying for you. Your curves, this fucking ass… I need to have you.”
His cock pressed against my ass, its heat and thickness making me weak. I turned my head, smirking. “Jiju, let me see that big cock first.”
The word “cock” unleashed him. “Fuck, Neha! It’s yours, baby, take it!” He guided my hand to his pajama, and I gripped his rock-hard shaft, its size making my pussy clench. I giggled, “Oh, Jiju, it was digging into my ass… stop, it tickles!”
He groaned, “Your ass is so fucking perfect, my cock’s begging to be inside it!” He yanked my nightie up, his hands worshipping my ass, fingers slipping into my crack. My pussy was a waterfall now. He massaged my boobs, pinching my nipples, and ground his cock against my ass, driving me insane with need.
I teased, “Jiju, what if someone walks in?” “No one’s coming, my love,” he purred, stripping off his pajama and shirt. His cock stood proud, throbbing, a beast ready to claim me. I gasped, “Jiju, what are you doing… I’m so shy!”
He ignored my protest, scooping me up and laying me on the bed. He tore off my nightie and panties, leaving me naked, my pussy glistening with desire. I spread my legs, beckoning him. He grinned, settling between my thighs. His fingers caressed my pussy, then his tongue found my clit, swirling and sucking with a hunger that made me scream, “Ahh… Jiju… fuck… lick me… it’s so good!”
He devoured my pussy like a man possessed, his tongue plunging deep, lapping up my juices. I spread wider, urging him deeper. He nibbled my clit, sending shocks through me, and I screamed, “Ohh… Jiju… suck it… drink every drop!”
He lifted my legs, exposing my asshole. “Neha, you’ve lubed this tight hole, you dirty girl,” he growled. I winked, “Knew you’d want it, Jiju… I used jasmine-scented cream… lick it… fuck it with your tongue!”
His tongue plunged into my asshole, circling and probing, sending me into a frenzy. I moaned, “Ohh Jiju… fuck… eat my ass… more!” His hands mauled my boobs, tugging my nipples, and I was drowning in pleasure.
He propped a pillow under my hips, raising my ass, and positioned his cock at my asshole. “Neha, my goddess, ready to get your ass fucked?” I begged, “Yes, my king, shove it in… fuck my ass… make me yours!”
He eased in, his thick head stretching my ass, and I gasped, “Ohh… it’s in… Jiju… more!” He moved slowly, my lubed ass welcoming him, the sensation pure bliss. Then he thrust deep, his entire cock filling me. I screamed, “Fuck… Jiju… it’s incredible… pound me… harder!”
He fucked my ass with ferocity, his cock a piston, driving me wild. The lube made it smooth, the pleasure overwhelming. “Neha, your ass is fucking heaven… my cock’s in love!” he growled. I screamed, “Yes, Jiju… destroy it… rip my ass apart!”
He pounded relentlessly, my ass taking every inch, each thrust a wave of ecstasy. I rocked my hips, matching him, screaming, “Fuck… Jiju… crush my tits… fuck my ass… burn me!”
After ten minutes, he pulled out, my ass tingling. He climbed over me, his lips crashing into mine, his tongue claiming my mouth. His cock sought my pussy, and my dripping slit guided him. His thick head slipped in, and I moaned, “Fuck… Jiju… this is everything!”
He propped himself up, freeing my body, and slammed his cock deep. I screamed, “Ohh… fuck… Jiju… you’re killing me!” My wet pussy squelched with each thrust, the sound echoing.
I begged, “Harder… fuck me… tear my pussy apart!” He roared, “My queen, my cock’s been starving for you… I’ll fuck you till your pussy’s ruined!”
His thrusts were savage, and I bucked wildly, our bodies in perfect sync. My boobs bounced, and he mauled them, pinching my nipples. I screamed, “Fuck… Jiju… rip my tits… pound my pussy!”
The room shook with our moans and the wet slaps of our bodies. I spread wider, his cock hitting depths I didn’t know existed. He sucked my nipples, biting them, each nip electrifying me. I screamed, “Jiju… harder… fuck me… grind my pussy to dust!”
He fucked me from every angle, pulling out to tease before slamming back in, or lifting my legs for deeper thrusts. My pussy came repeatedly, soaking his cock. I rubbed my clit, the pleasure blinding, screaming, “Jiju… annihilate my pussy… I’m cumming… fuck me!”
For twenty-five minutes, he fucked me like a beast. My pussy climaxed four times, and I was lost in a sea of bliss. His breathing grew ragged, and he gasped, “Neha… I’m fucking done… it’s coming… hold me!”
I clung to him, wrapping my legs around him, driving his cock deeper. I was exploding too. “Fuck… Jiju… my pussy’s gone… fuck me… I’m cumming!” My pussy gushed, and Sameer pulled out, his cock erupting, spraying hot cum across my boobs, neck, and stomach. His load pulsed, coating me in his essence.
I seized his cock, sucking it greedily, savoring his thick, creamy cum. I licked every inch clean, relishing his taste. Exhausted, I collapsed, and Sameer fell beside me, panting. I curled into him, his sweaty body warm against mine. We lay naked, tangled in each other, and drifted into a blissful sleep, unaware of the dawn.
Our affair burned for months. Sameer fucked me in every way—my ass, my pussy, between my boobs, each time more intense. But secrets don’t last. Didi grew suspicious. With quiet wisdom, she arranged a permanent job for me at an institute in Indore. I had to leave, but Sameer’s touch, his cock, and those nights of fire live on in my soul, haunting my dreams with their searing heat.