Virgin boy got married pussy – part 1

This is the story of my first sexual experience with a woman I had never met before, nor ever imagined would come into my life.

Are you a Hindi Reader? you can read same story in Hindi here: कुंवारे लड़के को मिली पहली चुत – Part 1

I was moving so fast that anything in the way would have been broken. The intensity of my thrusts was creating a wet, rhythmic sound. We were so lost in the act of lovemaking that we forgot where we were … we even forgot someone was sitting outside.

Apologies … I started the story without proper introduction.

This story is about me and a woman who appeared in my life unexpectedly—someone I had neither met nor thought about before.

Let me first introduce myself. My name is Dharmendra, and I live in Udaipur. I am 5 feet 9 inches tall and 24 years old—a handsome guy who could make any woman feel aroused just by looking at me. Dear readers, I’m sure some of you might feel like slipping your fingers down there right now, as many women have told me this before.

I work out regularly, and my body is well-built.

This is the first time I’m sharing an intimate story from my life. I’ve been thinking about writing for a long time. I got introduced to Antarvasna stories by a friend, and after reading a few, I decided to share the incredible experience I had.

Since this is my first attempt at writing, please forgive any mistakes or confusion.

When I was younger, I had a strong desire for sex. At that time, I would secretly watch porn movies whenever I got the chance. Watching those dirty films made me crave the act of lovemaking even more, but back then, I was too young, and my appearance wasn’t great. No girl gave me any attention or even bothered to look at me.

It made me feel disgusted with myself. I often questioned why I wasn’t attractive or why I didn’t look better.

Because of this, I had a tough time approaching girls during my childhood. To satisfy my desires, I relied on my hands and would masturbate frequently. As I grew older, I became wiser, but I still didn’t understand what women wanted or how to make them happy. I had no clue about winning a woman’s heart.

Over time, I started going to the gym and built a good physique. After that, I began to receive positive attention.

This story is based on a real event from my life. It’s raw, unfiltered, and entirely true.

It’s about a girl who entered my life suddenly—a girl I had never seen or thought about before. This happened during the early days of my gym routine. Near the gym, there was a stunningly beautiful girl whose name I won’t mention … but her beauty was beyond words. No amount of praise would do her justice.

Her eyes were mesmerizing—deep like a serene lake. One look into them, and I’d feel utterly captivated. Her figure was a perfect 36-30-36. When she walked, her hips swayed in such a tempting rhythm, bouncing with every step. Her curves were so perfectly shaped that just looking at her would make any man’s erection rise instantly. Watching her, I often had the wild urge to thrust my 7-inch rod deep inside her and make her scream with pleasure.

This became my daily routine—passing by the gym and stealing glimpses of her. Her presence alone filled me with joy. But back then, I didn’t know anything about her—not her name, where she came from, or what she did. She was just a beautiful mystery to me.

One day, as I was watching her, our eyes met. Embarrassed, I quickly looked away. For reasons I couldn’t explain, I took out a pen from my pocket, scribbled my phone number on a scrap of paper, crumpled it in my hand, and casually tossed it aside before walking away.

I wasn’t expecting much. It was just an impulsive act, a fleeting moment of courage.

Nothing came of it, though. Days passed, and my routine stayed the same. After returning from the gym, I would fantasize about her in my room, pleasuring myself to the thought of her. I prayed silently that one day I would get the chance to have her, to pin her down and satisfy my wildest desires.

But fate, as they say, was never kind to me. It always felt like my life was tied to a donkey’s fate—filled with disappointments. A girl as perfect as her seemed impossible to have.

Yet, they say if you truly desire something from the depths of your heart, the entire universe conspires to bring it to you. I used to think that was just a cheesy dialogue from movies—nothing more than empty words.

But then, something happened that made me start believing.

Let me cut to the chase.

One evening, as I was lost in her thoughts, my phone suddenly rang.

A soft voice from the other end said, “Hello.”

For a moment, I wondered who could be calling me.

I answered, “Hello … yes, who’s this?”

She replied, “This is Rubina speaking.”
(Note: Rubina is a fictional name; I won’t reveal her real name.)

Surprised, I asked, “Who Rubina?”

She said, “The same Rubina you watch every day but never talk to. You’re the one who wrote your number and threw it on the road, right?”

Hearing this, I felt like fireworks were going off in my head. I started questioning myself—why hadn’t I talked to her earlier when she was clearly willing to talk to me?

Trying to maintain composure, I responded, “I don’t watch you. I just mind my own business, pass by, and go back.”

She chuckled and said, “Oh, please … don’t pretend. I know exactly why you look at me.”

I teased back, “Why don’t you tell me, then? Why do I look at you?”

With a mischievous tone, she replied, “Don’t act so innocent, as if you don’t know.”

That’s how our conversation started. Over time, she opened up and told me about herself. She revealed that she was married and spent her entire day confined to her house. She rarely went out and had no social life. Her husband was so busy with work that he barely paid attention to her—neither showing her love nor fulfilling her sexual needs.

I listened carefully as she shared her frustrations.

When she mentioned that her husband couldn’t give her the satisfaction she craved, I realized the situation was risk-free—a simple arrangement for pleasure.

Our conversations became more frequent. She vented her sorrows, and I listened, albeit impatiently, because all I wanted was her body—her curves and everything else.

One day, I decided to cut to the chase. “Don’t dwell on such things,” I said. “To be honest, ever since I saw you, I’ve wanted to have sex with you.”

Hearing this, she got furious. “Is this what you think of me?” she snapped. “I thought you were a nice guy, but you turned out to be like this. Don’t call me again.”

Sometimes, we misread what a woman expects from us. I thought she was open to sex, so I spoke my mind. Somewhere deep down, she did feel neglected by her husband and was drawn to me for comfort, but she wasn’t ready to admit her own desires.

She needed intimacy too, but she wasn’t ready to open up about it just yet. Maybe I should have given her more time, but I rushed things.

After that, she stopped talking to me. I felt like I had ruined everything. I thought, What a perfect opportunity, and you messed it up. If only you’d been patient, it would’ve worked out.

Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I started looking for her again, but unlike before, she wasn’t around anymore. It left me more frustrated and restless.

Then, four days later, at 4:00 a.m., my phone rang unexpectedly.

As soon as I answered, I heard her voice: “Come meet me quickly.”

I asked, “This early? What’s wrong?”

She said, “There’s no time to explain. My husband is asleep. Come quickly, I’m waiting outside my house.”

In a hurry, I grabbed my bike and headed to her place. It was still dark outside when I arrived.

As soon as she saw me, she hugged me tightly and started crying.

“Rubina, what’s wrong?” I asked, holding her close.

She sobbed, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stopped talking to you.”

I said, “I should be the one apologizing. I spoke out of turn without understanding what you wanted.”

She wiped her tears and said, “I want exactly what you said, but I don’t know what came over me that day. I was confused, and I pushed you away.”

Hearing those words, I couldn’t control myself. I leaned in and started kissing her. There we were, standing on the road, and yet nothing else mattered. This was my first time experiencing anything like this.

She, on the other hand, was already familiar with such things—being a married woman. But for me, it felt like I had just unlocked the greatest pleasure life could offer. I had never felt such emotions before.

She kissed me back with such hunger, like someone who had been deprived for years.

The way she sucked on my lips was driving me crazy. My lund was so rock-hard that I felt like it could punch a hole through a wall. She must have sensed my arousal because her hands briefly brushed against me.

I held her tightly, pressing myself against her stomach. As I reached out to touch her breasts, she suddenly grabbed my hands to stop me.

“We’re standing on the road,” she whispered.

That brought me back to reality, and I quickly composed myself.

“Later … we’ll do the rest later,” she said with a smirk, stepping back.

Her words filled me with frustration. I was so close, and yet, she had stopped me. But what could I do? I had no choice but to step away and head back home.

Stay tuned for the next part, where I’ll share how I finally got to sleep with her and the unexpected twist when her husband walked in on us.