Today, I had nothing to do. Bored out of my mind, I decided to pop over to my best friend Komal’s house next door. Komal was the star of this steamy tale, a gorgeous woman married for just five months. Her place was my second home, where I could waltz in without a second thought. I arrived in the morning, and Komal and her husband Ramesh welcomed me with open arms. We sat down for a hearty breakfast—crispy parathas, creamy curd, and steaming chai, paired with endless gossip. Over the meal, Komal casually mentioned that Ramesh was heading to Delhi for three days for some office work. She invited me to stay over to keep her company, and I eagerly agreed, sensing an adventure brewing.
That evening, Ramesh’s train was at 8:30 PM. Komal and I drove him to the station, where he gave us a list of instructions—lock the doors, stay safe—and boarded his train. We were back home by 9:30 PM, the night stretching ahead of us. We slipped into our nightclothes—I threw on a loose pajama and a soft tank top, while Komal slipped into a silky, barely-there nightie that hugged her curves. We fixed the bed, giggling like schoolgirls, and crawled under the covers. Komal started spilling the juicy details of her married life. She described her wedding night with Ramesh—how he worshipped her body, how they tangled in the sheets all night, lost in passion. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her voice dripped with excitement, reliving every moment.
I’d never experienced anything like that, but her words set my imagination on fire. My body tingled as I pictured the ecstasy she described, wondering how it would feel to be consumed by such pleasure. Komal’s voice was hypnotic, her stories so vivid that I felt a heat pooling between my thighs. Exhausted and aroused, I drifted off to sleep, her words echoing in my dreams.
In the middle of the night, I jolted awake, my body buzzing. Something was touching me—Komal’s hand, gliding over my skin under my tank top. I froze, my breath catching as her fingers traced my curves. I sleep without a bra or panties, so my bare skin was at her mercy, exposed under the thin fabric. I almost pushed her hand away, but the sensation was electric, sending shivers through me. I stayed still, pretending to sleep, craving more of her forbidden touch. Her hand slid to my breasts, cupping them gently, her fingers teasing my nipples until they hardened. My body betrayed me, a soft moan escaping my lips as waves of pleasure coursed through me.
Her hand ventured lower, slipping over my pajama to my pussy. I parted my thighs slightly, inviting her closer, my heart pounding. Her fingers danced over my clit through the fabric, and I trembled, my pussy growing wetter with every stroke. Suddenly, she leaned in, her lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth, hot and hungry, while her hand pressed harder against my pussy. I was drowning in sensation, my body aching for release.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. My skin prickled, my pussy throbbing as she rubbed me faster. A loud moan tore from my throat as she pressed down on my clit, sending sparks through my body. She knew I was awake now, but my silence only emboldened her. She yanked my tank top up, exposing my bare breasts, and squeezed them hard, pinching my nipples until I gasped. “Komal… what are you doing… go to sleep…” I whispered, but my voice was weak, laced with desire.
She chuckled, her voice husky. “No way, Neha… I’m addicted to getting fucked every night… let me do this… please, you’ll love it…” Her words were a siren’s call, pulling me into her world of lesbian sex.
My resolve crumbled. I wanted her to ravage me. I pulled her closer, whispering, “Komal… I’ve never done this before… but it feels so fucking good…”
She grinned, her eyes gleaming. “It’s pure heaven, Neha… come on, touch me too…”
I wrapped my arms around her, my hands finding her full, heavy breasts. They felt like ripe fruit, soft yet firm, her nipples hard under my fingers. I squeezed them, loving how she moaned into my mouth. Our lips crashed together again, her tongue fucking my mouth as she bit my lower lip. I was soaking wet now, my pussy dripping with need. Komal ripped off my tank top and yanked down my pajama, leaving me completely naked. I half-heartedly protested, “Komal… wait…” but I craved the thrill of being exposed, my body bare for her to devour. She stripped off her nightie, and we were both naked, our skin flushed with heat.
Komal lay back, spreading her legs wide, her pussy glistening in the dim light. “Neha… shove your fingers in my pussy… make me cum…” she begged, her voice dripping with lust.
I hesitated, then touched her pussy, slick and warm. My finger slid in easily, and I realized how open she was—hungry for more. I pushed two fingers inside, curling them, fucking her slowly. She moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. “Fuck… Neha… deeper…” she gasped. I added a third finger, stretching her, while my other hand teased her tight asshole, circling the rim.
She screamed, “Neha… oh fuck… shove it in my ass… make me cum!”
I slicked my finger with her juices and pushed it into her ass, feeling the tight ring give way. She writhed, her moans echoing as I fucked both her holes, my fingers pumping in rhythm. Her pussy clenched around me, her ass gripping my finger, and I was lost in the heat of our lesbian sex. My own pussy was dripping, aching for attention, but I focused on her, wanting to drive her wild.
Komal suddenly grabbed my wrist. “Stop… now it’s your turn… lie down… I’m gonna fuck you senseless…”
Her words sent a flood of heat to my pussy. I lay back, my body trembling with anticipation. This was my first time, and the thought of lesbian sex with Komal was driving me insane. She climbed over me, her hands attacking my breasts, kneading them roughly. She knew exactly how to touch me, pinching my nipples until I cried out. Then she moved lower, spitting on my asshole to make it slick. She slid one finger inside, slow and deliberate, fucking my ass with a rhythm that made me moan. The sensation was strange at first, but soon it turned into a delicious ache, my body craving more.
She added a second finger, stretching my ass, fucking me deeper. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, my pussy gushing with every thrust. Suddenly, I felt something bigger—thicker—pressing against my asshole. My eyes flew open, and I saw Komal holding a massive dildo, its head nudging my hole. “Komal… what the fuck… it hurts… take it out!” I gasped, panic mixing with arousal.
“Relax, baby… it’s just a dildo, not a cock… let it fuck you… you’ll cum so hard…” she purred, her voice soothing yet commanding.
She spat on the dildo, lubing it up, and pushed it deeper. The pain was sharp, but as she moved it slowly, it melted into a mind-blowing pleasure. My ass stretched around the toy, every thrust sending shivers through me. “Fuck… Komal… it’s so good…” I moaned, my legs shaking.
She smirked. “Look at your pussy, Neha… it’s fucking drenched… you’re loving this lesbian fuck…”
I lifted my legs higher, giving her full access. She pulled the dildo from my ass and pressed it against my pussy, rubbing it along my slit. I grabbed her hand, guiding the dildo inside my pussy, gasping as it filled me. “Fuck… Komal… it’s too big…” I whimpered, the stretch almost unbearable.
“You took it in your ass, babe… you can handle it here… let it fuck you…” she teased, thrusting the dildo deeper.
She fucked me hard, the dildo slamming into my pussy, each thrust making me scream. I rocked my hips, meeting her rhythm, my body on fire. Komal leaned down, sucking my nipples, her tongue flicking over them as she pounded my pussy. “Fuck… Komal… harder… fuck me…” I begged, lost in the ecstasy of our lesbian sex.
Her hand moved faster, the dildo hitting my G-spot with every thrust. My pussy clenched, my body tensing as an orgasm built. “Komal… I’m gonna cum… fuck… I’m cumming!” I screamed, my pussy exploding, juices squirting as I came harder than ever. She slowed her thrusts, letting me ride out the waves, my body trembling.
But Komal wasn’t done. She flipped over, ass in the air, begging, “Neha… fuck me now… make me cum…”
I grabbed the dildo, slick with my juices, and pressed it against her asshole. I pushed it in, watching it disappear inside her, her moans filling the room. I fucked her ass hard, loving how she screamed my name. Then I switched to her pussy, slamming the dildo deep, fucking her until she was a writhing mess. “Neha… fuck… I’m cumming… oh fuck!” she screamed, her pussy gushing as she came, collapsing onto the bed.
We lay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I kissed her softly, my heart racing from our night of lesbian sex. For the next two days, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. By day, we laughed and chatted; by night, we fucked like animals, the dildo our constant companion. When Ramesh returned, we went back to our normal lives, but those three nights of raw, passionate lesbian sex with Komal changed me forever.
Readers, what did you think of my story? Share your thoughts!