My name is Karan, a 26-year-old guy from a small town in Gujarat. I’m 5 feet 7 inches tall, with a dusky complexion and a fit, toned body from regular gym sessions. This is a true story that happened last year, involving me and Neetu, a 21-year-old beauty with a stunning 32-28-32 figure, fair skin, long black hair, and eyes so deep you could drown in them. Her walk was pure seduction—her hips swayed, and her ass bounced with every step, enough to drive anyone wild. Neetu’s mother, Sheela Aunty, was 40, average build, wheatish complexion, always draped in a saree. She treated me like a brother, which is how I first got close to their family.
I was working at a company back then, and on weekends—Saturdays and Sundays—I’d often crash at Sheela Aunty’s place. Their home was cozy: two bedrooms, a small living room, and a kitchen. Spending time with Neetu and her mom felt like home. Over time, Neetu and I grew closer, our friendship blossoming into something more. Whenever I visited, she’d hug me tightly, her warm body pressing against my chest as she whispered, “I love you, Karan.” I’d hug her back, saying, “I love you too,” feeling her breath on my neck, my heart racing with every touch.
Our connection soon turned physical. Neetu loved lip-kissing. She’d suck on my lips, her tongue dancing with mine, her warm breath mixing with my own. It was intoxicating. She was crazy about chocolate, so I always brought a Dairy Milk bar. She’d only eat it if I fed it to her with my mouth—she’d suck the chocolate from my lips, her eyes locked on mine, teasing me with her naughty smile. “Karan, you’re so bad,” she’d giggle, her voice dripping with mischief. My cock would harden instantly.
This went on for weeks. When I stayed over, Neetu would say “good night” and head to her room, but sometimes she’d sneak back to mine. She’d lift her kurti, letting her soft 32-size boobs press against my chest through her thin bra. I could feel her nipples poking through. We’d make out, my hands squeezing her boobs gently as she moaned, “Mmm… Karan, harder!” Her boobs were so soft I called them “mangoes,” which made her laugh. “You’re obsessed with my mangoes, aren’t you?” she’d tease.
Things escalated. I’d massage her boobs, teasing her nipples with my fingers. She’d pull her kurti up completely, letting me suck her boobs over her bra. Her moans, “Ohhh… Karan, suck them!” drove me wild. One night, I tried unhooked her bra, but she stopped me, whispering, “What if Mom wakes up?” Her eyes, though, betrayed her—she was just as turned on as I was.
One night, it was just Neetu, Sheela Aunty, and me at their place. Neetu came to my room to say “good night,” wearing a tight kurti and leggings that hugged her curves perfectly. Her ass looked irresistible. I teased, “Neetu, wanna do something?” She blushed, her voice soft, “Like what, Karan?” I looked into her eyes and said, “Sex.” She hesitated, her breathing quickening. “Really? But… no trouble, right?” I reassured her, “No worries, I’ve got you. If it hurts, I’ll take care of it.” She smiled nervously and said, “Okay, but go slow.”
We sat on the bed, and I pulled her into my arms. Our lips met in a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth as she moaned softly, “Mmm…” I grabbed her boobs through her kurti, squeezing them. She gasped, “Karan, harder! It feels so good!” I lifted her kurti, kissing her boobs over her bra, sucking her nipples through the fabric. She moaned louder, “Ohhh… Karan, that’s amazing!” I spent 15 minutes worshipping her 32-size boobs, her nipples hardening under my tongue.
I pulled off her kurti and bra, revealing her perfect, round boobs. She tugged off my t-shirt, her hands roaming my chest. Now she was just in her leggings, and I was in my jeans. I rubbed her pussy through her leggings, feeling the wetness soak through. I slid her leggings and panties down slowly, exposing her shaved, pink pussy, glistening with arousal. My 6-inch cock throbbed at the sight.
“Touch my cock,” I said. She shyly grabbed it through my jeans, her soft hand making me groan, “Ohhh…” She whispered, “Karan, it’s so hard!” I unzipped my jeans, letting my cock spring free. “Suck it,” I urged. She hesitated but took my cock in her mouth, her warm tongue swirling around the tip. “Fuck… ohhh…” I moaned as she sucked me like a pro, licking and taking it deep, saying, “Karan, it tastes like chocolate!” I laughed, “Then suck it every day!” She sucked me for 15 minutes, her lips tight around my shaft. When I was about to cum, she pulled back, letting my cum spill onto the floor.
My turn. I spread her legs and dove into her pussy, licking her clit and sliding my tongue deep inside. Her taste was addictive. She moaned, “Ohhh… Karan, lick it! Fuck, that’s so good!” She thrust her hips, grinding her pussy against my face as I lapped up her juices. Her moans filled the room, “Ahhh… ohhh…” She came hard, her body slamming against the bed.
I looked at her, “Neetu, I need to fuck you.” She nodded, “Do it, Karan!” But then she added, “Not my ass, I’m scared!” I convinced her, “Let’s try it. If it hurts, we’ll stop.” She bit her lip, “Okay, but wear a condom.” I rolled on a condom and told her to bend over. Her leggings and panties were already off, her perfect ass in front of me. I pressed my cock against her tight asshole, pushing slowly. It wouldn’t go in, and I felt a sharp pain—my first time too.
She grabbed my cock, guiding it to her asshole. I thrust hard, and 5 inches slid in. She screamed, “Ohhh… Karan, take it out! It hurts!” I pulled out, kissing her deeply to calm her. She was crying, “It’s too much!” I whispered, “Relax, baby, it’ll feel good.” When she calmed down, I tried again, sliding in slowly. “Thwack-thwack” echoed as my cock entered her ass. A little blood trickled out, and she whimpered, “Ohhh… go slow!”
I fucked her ass gently, her moans turning to pleasure, “Mmm… Karan, it’s good now!” She pushed her ass back, matching my thrusts. “Thwack-thwack” filled the room as I fucked her harder. She moaned, “Ohhh… fuck me harder!” After 20 minutes, she’d cum twice, her body shaking. I groaned, “Neetu, I’m cumming!” She gasped, “Cum in my ass!” I exploded inside her, collapsing onto her. We lay there, sweating, her head on my chest. “Karan, that was incredible,” she whispered.
The next morning, we kissed again, my hands squeezing her boobs through her kurti. “Last night was unreal,” she said. I had to leave for work. The next Saturday, she greeted me with a deep kiss at the door, wearing a tight top and skirt that showed off her curves. We shared chocolate mouth-to-mouth, her tongue teasing mine. That night, with Sheela Aunty awake, we only kissed and I sucked her boobs. “I can’t stop thinking about last week,” she whispered.
The next night, with her mom asleep, Neetu came to my room in a loose nightie, her boobs bouncing freely. “Karan, fuck me tonight,” she begged. I said, “I’m fucking your pussy this time.” She hesitated, “No, fingers don’t feel as good. Fuck my ass again!” I insisted, “Try my cock in your pussy.” We kissed for an hour, her nightie coming off, revealing no bra. I sucked her boobs, biting her nipples as she moaned, “Ohhh… Karan, more!”
She pulled off my pants, sucking my cock for 5 minutes before pleading, “Fuck me now!” I licked and fingered her pussy, her hips bucking as she moaned, “Ohhh… deeper!” She came again. “Put your cock in me!” she demanded. I put on a condom and thrust into her pussy. Half my cock slid in, and she screamed, “Ohhh… it hurts!” Tears streamed down her face. I stopped, but she urged, “Don’t stop, fuck me!”
I thrust again, my full 6 inches buried in her tight pussy. “Thwack-thwack” echoed as I fucked her hard. Blood mixed with her juices—she was a virgin. She threw the condom away, “Fuck me raw, it feels so good!” I pounded her for 20 minutes, her moans deafening, “Ohhh… harder!” She came three times. When I was about to cum, she said, “Not inside!” She jerked me off, my cum spilling onto her hand. “Karan, that was insane,” she panted. “Can we do this every day?” I laughed, “Baby, I’ve got work!”
Our affair continued for years. I moved to Chhattisgarh after quitting my job, but we still talk.
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