I’m Neha Verma, and I’m about to share the electrifying story of my first sexual experience. Back then, I was in my second year of B.A., young, curious, and buzzing with hormones. My girlfriends’ spicy tales of their hookups and steamy encounters lit a fire in me. I wanted to feel that rush, to taste the thrill they giggled about. So, I started stepping up my game—makeup, tight outfits, the works. When I wore those skin-hugging pants to college, my curves popped, especially my round, firm ass. Guys couldn’t resist sneaking glances, their eyes glued to my swaying hips. Jeans didn’t show off my body as much, but those pants? They made me feel like a goddess, teasing and tempting with every step. I loved the attention, the way it made my heart race. Deep down, I was craving more—aching to experience the pleasure my friends raved about, tired of just being the listener.
Then came Raju, our new computer teacher. God, he was gorgeous—tall, sharp, with hair that danced in the breeze like something out of a movie. His smile could melt ice, and I was completely smitten. I’d linger around him, finding excuses to be near, soaking in his charm. Everyone called him Raju Sir, but to me, he was pure temptation. I could tell he noticed my flirty vibes, though he played it cool. His sneaky glances at my perky breasts and curvy ass didn’t escape me. I thought, “He’s hooked, Neha. Just reel him in with a little effort.”
One day, I gathered my courage and approached him. “Sir, I want to take tuition from you. Can you teach me computers?”
He flashed that killer smile. “Sure, Neha. Talk to your dad about it.”
“Oh, Dad’s the one who suggested it,” I lied smoothly.
“When do we start?” he asked.
“Tomorrow, 8:30 a.m.,” I said, my heart pounding with excitement.
“Perfect. See you then,” he replied, and I was already dreaming of what was to come.
The next morning, I went all out. I slipped into a tiny skirt that barely covered my ass, hugging my curves like a second skin. Underneath, I wore a flimsy thong that left little to the imagination—if I bent over, it was game over. My top was loose, low-cut, and practically transparent, showing off half my breasts with the slightest movement. My nipples poked through the fabric, begging for attention. I checked myself in the mirror and smirked. “Raju’s not ready for this.”
Right on time, Raju arrived at 8:30. My parents chatted with him briefly before calling me to the living room. Mom and Dad were getting ready for work, leaving us alone soon. When Raju saw me, his jaw practically hit the floor. His eyes devoured my bare thighs, my barely-there skirt, and the teasing glimpse of my cleavage. I caught him staring and gave a sly smile. My plan was working perfectly.
I played innocent. “Sir, where do we start today?”
He stammered, “Uh… sit down. Get your books.”
I grabbed my book and “accidentally” dropped it. Bending over slowly, I made sure my ass was right in his face, my thong barely covering anything. I peeked back—his eyes were locked on my round cheeks, sweat beading on his forehead. I straightened up, placed the book on the table, and glanced at his pants. Holy shit, his bulge was massive, straining against the fabric. He tried to adjust it, but it was no use. My pulse raced—I’d gotten him hard already.
He led me to the computer and said, “Let’s do some practical work. Sit here.”
I perched on a small, round stool, sticking my ass out just enough to make my skirt ride up. He started explaining something about the computer, but his focus was elsewhere—on my body. I leaned forward, letting my top slip lower, my breasts practically spilling out. He was trying so hard to stay professional, but I could see the hunger in his eyes. He knew I wasn’t here to study. His thigh brushed against my ass, sending a jolt through me. Then again, and again, each touch bolder than the last. I shivered, my body screaming for more.
His hands started wandering, guiding mine on the keyboard, his fingers grazing my arms. I caught him peeking down my top, staring at my hard nipples. I arched my back, giving him a better view. His erection was now pressing against my shoulder, thick and insistent. I shifted, rubbing my shoulder against it, and he let out a soft groan. My skin prickled with excitement—this was it.
Just then, Dad called out, “Neha, we’re heading to work. Lock up when you go to college.”
I walked to the window to wave them off, watching their car pull away. The house was empty now, just me and Raju. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. Raju joined me at the window, his eyes burning into me. The lust in his gaze was undeniable. I knew this was my chance, but nerves held me back.
He stood close, pretending to look outside, and then his hand slid onto my ass. He didn’t move it, just let it rest there, testing me. My body screamed, “Grab it harder!” but I stayed still, letting him take the lead. I flashed a flirty smile, and he locked eyes with me, his confidence growing. His fingers started stroking my curves, slow and deliberate. Pleasure rippled through me. I wanted him to squeeze harder, to take me right there.
Suddenly, he slipped his hand under my skirt and gripped one of my cheeks firmly. I gasped, looking at him with a mix of desire and fake shyness. He stepped closer, our eyes locked in a silent dance of want. Then he pulled me away from the window, into his arms. His voice was husky as he whispered, “Neha, I can’t hold back anymore.”
His lips crashed onto mine, soft and hungry. The kiss was electric, setting my body on fire. I played coy, murmuring, “Sir, what are you doing? Stop… I’m shy…”
But he ignored me, wrapping his arms around my waist and grabbing both my cheeks, kneading them roughly. His rock-hard cock pressed against my ass, straining through his pants. My thong was useless against his size. I moaned, “Oh… Raju, stop… please…” but my body was begging for more.
He yanked me back, lifting my skirt to my waist. His hands found my breasts, squeezing them through my top, his fingers pinching my nipples. His cock was now grinding against my ass, teasing my hole through the thin fabric. I was dripping wet, consumed by desire. This was it—the moment I’d been craving. His hands roamed my body, caressing my firm, untouched breasts, tweaking my nipples until I whimpered, “Oh… Raju, I’m gonna die…”
He growled, “Call me Raju, not Sir. Fuck, your nipples are so hard… you’re driving me crazy!”
His cock was relentless, rubbing against my ass, desperate to break free. My thong slid down, and he unzipped his pants, freeing his thick, throbbing length. He pressed it against my asshole, and I froze. Was he really going to…? I surrendered, bending over like an animal in heat. He spit on my hole, the cool wetness making me shiver. I thought, “Oh God, my ass is about to get fucked for the first time.”
He pushed the tip in, and I screamed, a mix of pain and pleasure. “Raju!”
He pulled back and thrust again, going deeper. I cried out, “Raju, it hurts… take it out!”
But he was lost in lust. With one final push, his entire cock filled my ass. I screamed, “Fuck, Raju, it’s too much!”
He didn’t stop, pounding me with steady, deep thrusts. The pain slowly melted into pleasure, my ass stretching to take him. I moaned, “Oh… Raju… yes… it feels good now…”
He grabbed my breasts, squeezing hard. “Your ass is so fucking tight, Neha… I’m in heaven!”
After a few minutes, he pulled out and flipped me over. My pussy was soaking, aching for him. He lined up his cock and slid the tip into my virgin slit. I gasped, nervous but ready. With one powerful thrust, he broke through, filling me completely. I screamed, “Oh fuck, Raju, I’m dying!”
Blood trickled onto the floor—my virginity was gone. I panicked, “Raju, what’s this… blood?”
He stroked my back gently. “Neha, you were a virgin… I didn’t know. I’m sorry, I’d have gone slower…”
I shook my head, desperate. “No, don’t stop… fuck me… it feels amazing!”
He grinned. “Alright, my queen, let’s make you scream.”
He started thrusting again, slow and deep. My pussy gripped him, tingling with sweet sensations. I moaned, “Raju… harder… fuck me harder!”
He went wild, lifting me into his arms and throwing me onto the bed. My pussy was so wet it was dripping, and his cock slid in effortlessly. I raised my legs high, letting him go deeper. He growled, “Take it all, Neha… fuck, you’re so tight!”
I rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts, screaming, “Yes… Raju… rip my pussy apart… fuck me!”
He leaned down, sucking my nipples, his tongue swirling around them. I grabbed his ass, digging my nails in, then slid a finger into his tight hole. He groaned, “Fuck, Neha… slow down!”
I worked my finger deeper, and his cock swelled inside me. I clenched my pussy, trapping him. He gasped, “Neha… I’m gonna cum!”
I teased, “Then fuck me, don’t stop!”
I relaxed my grip, and he pounded me like a machine. My body was on fire, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I screamed, “Oh God… Raju… I’m cumming… fuck, I’m cumming!”
My pussy spasmed, gushing hot juices all over him. I collapsed, panting, but he wasn’t done.
He flipped me over, mounting my ass again. His cock slid back into my tight hole, and I screamed, “Raju, no… it hurts!”
But he was relentless, gripping my breasts and fucking me hard. I buried my face in the pillow, spreading my legs wider, letting him have me. The bed shook as he roared, “Neha… fuck, I’m cumming!”
His hot cum flooded my ass, spilling out as he collapsed on me. I wiggled my hips, pushing his softening cock out. His cum dripped down my thighs, soaking the sheets. His cock was slick with my juices and his own release, and my ass was a sticky mess.
We lay there, catching our breath. I got up to shower, and when I came back, Raju was gone. On the table was a note:
“Sorry, Neha. I couldn’t control myself. Please forgive me. Let me know at college if you do. —Raju”
I smiled. He thought it was his fault, but I’d wanted this all along. I’d seduced him, and it was worth every second. My first time was raw, intense, and fucking incredible. Now, I’m hooked, ready for more.
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