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Introduction:

The story is about how I lost my virginity at the age of twenty.

Hi everyone, I am Anjana (a pseudonym to protect my privacy), a married non-resident Indian woman living in Canada. Although I present myself with a traditional exterior, beneath that lies a mischievous and adventurous spirit, something a few fortunate people have discovered over time. I have always been curious and open to exploring different facets of life, especially in the realm of intimacy, embracing my playful side fully. My passion for living in the moment drives my desire to understand and experience sexual pleasure without shame or guilt, guided by confidence and a sense of fun. Balancing my cultural values with this adventurous nature has helped me navigate my personal journey with both authenticity and excitement.

Over the past few years, I’ve enjoyed immersing myself in both real-life and fictional stories that explore passion and desire. These tales have gradually sparked my curiosity, inspiring me to share my own experiences here for the first time. I initially hesitated because I was worried about my privacy and the potential consequences of revealing such intimate details. However, with the unwavering encouragement of a few of my close partners, I felt a growing sense of confidence and decided to pursue this journey anonymously. As a result, I’ve chosen to document my erotic adventures in vivid detail, embracing the thrill of sharing my deepest secrets with strangers online.

The idea of sharing my most intimate moments is exciting and arouses me in ways I’ve never experienced before. But before diving into my stories, I want to give some background about my life before these encounters started. I believe that understanding where I come from will add context and depth to the experiences I am about to share. Growing up in an Orthodox household, I was subjected to strict rules and had little personal autonomy. My parents worked very hard to shape me into a family-oriented woman who values tradition above all because they believed their choices were for my own good.

I didn’t really object to these limits when I was younger since I believed that was just the way things were meant to be. But as I approached adolescence, I started to experience the effects of these limitations more keenly. I was getting frustrated with the lack of autonomy, the more I was told what I could and could not do. By the time I was sixteen, a growing curiosity about my body and sexuality started to develop as I started engaging in provocative conversations with friends and exploring erotic magazines in an effort to learn more about intimacy and desire. At seventeen, my inquisitiveness led me to experiment further as I started masturbating and practising oral stimulation using vegetables that resembled the size of a human penis as a covert method of learning about my body.

As days passed by, I started developing a strong desire to understand myself better and to escape the limitations placed on me as a child, which motivated my experiences. During that time, I was overwhelmed by intense desires and was eager to explore my sexuality with anyone who had approached me, no matter who it was. However, I had limited opportunities for interaction with men, since I attended single-gender schools, which left me feeling isolated in my longing for connection and intimacy.

The incident I am about to share happened shortly after I finished my final semester of my bachelor’s degree. Instead of letting me relax at home after my tiring exams, my strict father enrolled me in a one-month computer course, which turned out to be the start of something that changed my life forever. It was a two-hour course on weekdays, held in the afternoons at a small computer centre in my hometown, just a few kilometres from my house. And that was the first time I found myself in a co-ed setting, with boys in the classroom, which made everything feel new to me.

I was a charming twenty-year-old girl back then, with fair skin, large, expressive brown eyes, a long nose with a stud on one side, and well-maintained long hair that reached my shoulders. I was slim, with a figure that balanced out nicely in all the right places, measuring 34-26-34, to be specific. I had developed the habit of walking and doing light workouts on my house’s terrace since the beginning of college, which helped me maintain my physique very well.

I was in my prime then and enjoyed the attention I received from guys and men when I passed by, which made me feel extremely proud. I received similar attention from tutors and coursemates at the computer centre, which made other girls in my centre really uncomfortable and jealous of me. Among my admirers, a guy named Manoj was particularly persistent, and he found creative ways to get closer to me. He was one year older than me and had just finished his first year of postgraduate studies at a co-ed college in a city that was relatively close to my hometown. He was tall and handsome, with a dusky complexion and a fit physique that stood out among the other guys in my course.

Manoj wasn’t loud or flamboyant, yet there was an undeniable allure about him that captivated me, and I found myself developing a quiet crush on him. It didn’t take long before we exchanged a few words, and over the next couple of days, those words turned into lengthy discussions during our time at the centre. There was a subtle magnetism between us, an unspoken connection that deepened steadily over time. We sat beside each other throughout the course, and his playful teasing, often laced with clever, mature humour, would leave me blushing. I occasionally caught him casting lingering glances my way, scanning me from head to toe during our conversations, and I must admit that I returned the favour more than once. The more time we spent together, the stronger our bond grew, and I genuinely cherished every moment of it.

During the last week of the course, Manoj informed me about his plan to go on a short trip to a nearby tourist town for the upcoming weekend and asked me if I could join him. I was intrigued, since exploring a new place seemed like the perfect way to break free from my routine life. However, I hesitated to accept his offer, fearing the thought of getting caught by anyone who knew me since my father had several friends in and around our hometown. But Manoj was persistent, and over the next few days, he kept reminding me about the trip, which gradually tempted me to consider it more seriously.

On the last day of the course, Manoj confirmed the plan as if I had already agreed to go with him. He informed me that he would be waiting for me at the coffee shop beside the computer centre the next day, at the same time we were supposed to go for the computer course. He even messaged me a couple of times that evening to confirm and said that he was really looking forward to spending some time with me. My heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nerves, and I couldn’t sleep properly that night, constantly thinking about him. While the fear of being seen with a guy outside by someone known to my family made me nervous, the desire to spend time with Manoj kept growing, and I was eager to see how things would turn out if I managed to go with him.

The next morning, I woke up early despite not sleeping well and decided to try my luck by going with Manoj. I lied to my parents during breakfast, saying I was visiting a friend’s house and would return home only in the evening. Surprisingly, they didn’t question me about anything, which usually doesn’t happen, and I felt excited at the thought of meeting my crush. After lunch, I dressed in a beautiful churidar and kurta set with its shawl that my parents had gifted me for my recent birthday. I felt a flutter of anticipation in my chest while applying makeup, and my nerves sharpened as I stepped out of my house.

My mind was racing in all directions, and I kept looking around in search of prying eyes while walking toward the coffee shop, where I could see Manoj from afar. He was standing outside the coffee shop, leaning casually against his motorbike, and his eyes widened with a smile upon seeing me, which made my heart race again. As soon as I stood in front of him, he had a good glance at me and my attire from top to bottom and then beamed at me.

“I knew you’d show up,” he said softly, his voice low and smooth, like honey dripping from a spoon.

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling as he gestured toward the coffee shop, silently inviting me to join him. Inside, the scent of coffee and baked goods wrapped around us as we found a quiet corner table. My fingers tapped nervously on the tabletop, and I was looking around the room to see if I recognised someone, or if someone recognised me. Manoj understood what was going through my mind and comforted me with a simple smile.

“Relax, Anju,” he murmured, gently putting his hand on mine across the table. “Don’t worry, nobody will notice us here.”

Even though Manoj’s words grounded me, my heart was still racing, since I had never been the type to sneak away and had never lied to my parents about where I was going. A small part of me couldn’t believe I was actually doing all this, and those thoughts made me feel that I was in a dangerous situation, yet exhilarated. Manoj figured out the battle that was happening in my mind, and he gestured to leave the shop as soon as we finished having our coffee. He led, and I followed him, heading straight to his motorbike, where he handed me his helmet. I hesitated for just a second, looked at him, unsure of what lay ahead, and then grabbed his helmet from his hand.

“Put it on and get on the bike,” he told me, giving me a little wink and a cheeky smile.

While Manoj swung his leg over the bike, I doubted and asked myself whether I should go with him or not. But, with a quick breath, I wore the helmet and then climbed onto the bike behind him, gripping his waist instinctively with my hands. The engine roared to life, and we sped off from the coffee shop as the wind whipped past us. The world seemed to blur as we moved faster, and soon, every ounce of worry, fear, and guilt faded into the background. All I could focus on was the thrill of the ride, the warmth of Manoj’s back pressing against mine, and the rush of adrenaline that made everything else seem insignificant.

The ride itself was intense, with sharp turns, sudden accelerations, and playful manoeuvres. In fact, there were moments when he deliberately applied the brakes, causing me to cling to him so he could feel my boobs pressing against his back. His mischievous behaviour made me smile beneath the helmet I was wearing, and the way he seemed to enjoy our closeness only heightened the electrifying sensation flowing through me. The moment felt like the start of something exciting, and deep inside, I sensed it was the beginning of an unforgettable adventure.

After about half an hour’s ride, Manoj stopped the bike at the main junction of the charming tourist town he had been talking about for a week. We both explored there for a while, visiting quaint shops and colourful cafés, before finally making our way to a peaceful park. We sat on a wooden bench beneath a large tree, talking easily, laughing, and sharing moments of both our lives till then. The discussions were more about what we had done until then and what our plans were, mostly in terms of our education. However, I caught Manoj ogling at me repeatedly from top to bottom over my kurta in between and smirking at me whenever our eyes met, which made me blush at him quite a few times.

After spending some time at the park, Manoj gestured to me to leave from there, and I followed, curious about where he was taking me next. We got on his bike, and he rode the bike for around five minutes before stopping in front of a small house on the outskirts of the tourist town.

“Get off, Anju,” he said, turning off the motorcycle’s engine.

My heart started racing again as I got off his bike and looked around the quiet surroundings, with no one in sight.

“Why are we here, Manoj?” I whispered, staring at him and glancing around.

“We can discuss this in a few minutes,” he replied with a sly smile. “Just follow me now.”

I hesitated, suddenly unsure of myself since there was something in Manoj’s smile, hinting to me that he had something on his mind more than just an afternoon out. In the meantime, he took a couple of steps towards the house and then returned, seeing me unmoved.

“What happened?” he asked me as we stared at each other. “Don’t you trust me?”

I remained silent, still staring at Manoj in confusion, wondering what to say as he kept asking me the reason for my hesitation.

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, dejectedly taking his motorcycle keys from his pocket and getting on his bike. “If you don’t trust me, there’s no point in continuing this. Get back on the bike. I will drop you back at the coffee shop.”

“No, no!” I denied, grabbing his hands before he could start the engine. “I trust you, Manoj. But ... I just ... I don’t know why. Don’t be mad at me, please.”

Manoj stared right at my eyes for a few seconds after hearing that and then got on the bike, putting it back on its stand.

“Listen, Anju,” he paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye. “If you really trust me, just come with me without asking any questions. I guarantee you’ll be safe with me here.”

I swallowed hard and nodded, silently following Manoj as he led me to the house. Soon, he unlocked the door with another key he had and gestured for me to step inside the family room, which was simple and clean, with soft sunlight filtering through the curtains. While I looked around the room, the sudden sound of the door slamming behind me made me turn around. I froze as I saw Manoj locking it from the inside. Our eyes met as he turned, and he gave me a wicked smile while slipping the key back into his pocket.

“This is a house my father has rented out for one of my close friends and his family,” he explained huskily. “They went to their native place during the semester holidays, and I brought you here so that we could spend some time alone.”

My breath caught in my throat, and my heart skipped a beat for a second when Manoj came closer to me. In that instant, I realised that things were really going to change for me, and by the time he stood right in front of me, my heart was pounding hard as if it would pierce through my chest anytime. He reached out by brushing my cheek with his fingers before sliding down to tilt my chin up. My heart hammered as he leaned in, and his lips were hovering inches from mine. I felt a rush of heat flood my body as we both stared at each other in eagerness without even blinking our eyes.

“You are very pretty, Anju,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “I have been waiting for this opportunity right from the day we met.”

A deep blush spread across my cheeks as his words sank in, and I instinctively lowered my head in shyness. But he gently lifted my chin and made me meet his gaze. Our eyes were locked, silently speaking the emotions that had been building between us in terms of desire, longing, and something even deeper. Suddenly, he pulled me closer and started kissing gently around my neck from one end to the other, which sent shivers down my spine. The warmth of his body pressing against mine, along with his teasing kisses, was arousing me in such a way that soft moans were escaping from my mouth.

Being a young girl who had been carrying wild sexual fantasies in my head right from my high school days, the thoughts about being with Manoj alone inside an unknown house, far away from my hometown, were making me extremely horny. His kisses were adding fuel to my burning desires, and it didn’t take me too long to surrender myself completely to him. My lack of resistance uplifted his confidence to proceed further, with increasing intensity as he passionately pressed and locked his lips with mine when I opened my mouth for him. Our desire grew as my moans encouraged him, igniting a fiery connection between us as he started kissing me passionately. He started soft, almost tentative in the beginning, but quickly deepened into something more urgent. Our lips were meeting with fiery intensity, and I kept moaning for it, closing my eyes.

Soon, I lost my patience and started kissing Manoj back, reciprocating eagerly as our mouths engaged in a fierce battle of lips and tongue. My hands slid into his hair and clutched him as if he might vanish if I let him go. His lips moved against mine with a hunger that matched my own, and our tongues tangled in a rhythm that left me breathless. I could taste the mingling saliva, feeling the heat of his breath and the urgent, desperate need in each movement, as our desire deepened. At the same time, his hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, and his touches were setting me ablaze.

After kissing me passionately for a while, Manoj unlocked his lips from mine and then unpinned my shawl with deliberate care before lifting my kurta to reveal more of my skin. I raised my hands by myself to help him, and he removed my kurta from my body, through my head in a flash. I felt extremely shy, thinking about exposing the smooth and bare skin of my upper body only in my bra, highlighting the contours of my body. Manoj stepped back a bit to have a good look at my slim and firm figure, admiring the delicate lace cups that adorned my partially covered titties and the deep cleavage exposed.

“Wow, Anju!!!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide and looking down at my neck. “The sight of your sexy bra holding those melons together is gorgeous.”

Manoj’s eyes lingered on my exposed flesh for a few seconds, and then he looked at me with an appreciative smile, sending a shiver down my spine. It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes, and I lowered my head when he winked at me with a mischievous smile. Without warning, he grabbed both sides of my waist with his hands firmly, which conveyed both reassurance and desire. The contact was warm and steady, and I could feel the strength in his touch as he pulled me closer, making our bodies press against each other. The proximity between us intensified the electricity in the air, and we both were staring at each other in excitement, eagerness and lust.

Soon, Manoj leaned in almost impulsively and pressed his lips to mine again before kissing me passionately, which raised my body temperature to its peak. His kiss was fierce and hungry, leaving me momentarily breathless from its intensity, and then I responded eagerly with my own hands instinctively finding their way into Manoj’s hair. I clutched him as if to hold onto the fleeting moment as our breaths became ragged and mingled in the charged space between us. Each inhale was more desperate than the last, and so were our moans, until we finally parted. Both of us were gasping for air, and our chests were heaving as the adrenaline surged through our bodies, which left us momentarily stunned by the raw and unfiltered connection we had just shared.

Once again, my cheeks flushed with a deep blush as Manoj gazed upon me, and I lowered my head instinctively in embarrassment. However, I couldn’t help but stare at him again and noticed the mischievous sparkle in his eyes that seemed to twinkle with playful intent. A sly, teasing smile gradually spread across his lips, hinting at his mischievous mood as we stared at each other, our dilated pupils filled with unspoken desire, longing, and need.

Time seemed to freeze for me at that moment, and it felt as if the world narrowed down to just the two of us, intertwined in a connection that went beyond the physical. It was as if every emotion, like lust, passion and longing, had converged into one single, unshakable bond. As our gazes were still locked, Manoj slowly moved his hands behind my back and unhooked my bra with practised ease before letting it fall on the floor to make me stand topless for the first time before a man. While I remained still staring at him in eagerness, he pushed me back slightly to look at my naked boobs, and I bent my head down in shyness again.

“Oh, Anju,” he breathed out before lifting my chin to look at him. “You have got a great pair of melons with the perfect size and shape.”

I found myself unable to stop blushing once more as my cheeks warmed under the intense gaze of Manoj, and a gentle, almost involuntary moan slipped past my lips when he cupped my titties with one of his hands. His thumbs brushed softly over my nipples, causing them to stiffen immediately beneath his fingertips, and it sent a shiver of sensation through my body. It was both electrifying and overwhelming, making my breath catch in my throat as I felt a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability wash over me. After fondling my boobs from the front for a while, he gently turned me around with his hands on my waist, guiding me into a warm and comforting embrace. As he pulled me close towards him, I could feel the heat of his body radiating through his touch, and it made me really wild.

Soon, Manoj leaned in to give soft kisses to the sensitive skin of my neck from behind as his lips lingered just enough to make me moan softly with pleasure. His hands gradually moved upward, exploring and teasing my curves by fondling my titties, teasing my nipples and areolas with gentle caresses that made my body respond instinctively. Every touch seemed to ignite a fire within me, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through my veins as he explored me with such tender yet possessive care. The intimate moment stretched on, each gentle movement heightening the sense of connection and desire that seemed to pulse between us, making it impossible to look away or to resist the feelings surging inside.

Resting my head on one of Manoj’s shoulders, I felt overwhelmed by the sensation of his erection rubbing between my buttocks through our clothes, which added fuel to my burning desires further. In the meantime, he moved his right hand down and ran all over my stomach while still fondling both my boobs with his left hand. His fingers lightly tickled my skin in the beginning, and then raised the heat in me by slowly fingering my belly button. Slowly, he moved his hands below my stomach, deftly untying my churidar and sliding them down my legs. I stepped out of them, feeling exposed and vulnerable but also incredibly alive as I stood on my feet only in my panties.

Being a virgin then, the thoughts about standing before Manoj only in my undies were making me extremely uncomfortable, and I stayed still with my head lowered while he continued teasing me further. He moved his right hand between my thighs over my panties to feel my clit and kept fondling my titties and pinching my nipples with his left hand, which paved the way for a couple of gentle moans to slip out of my mouth. Soon, he slid his right hand inside my panties, and the very touch of his fingers on the entrance of my twat made me moan in ecstasy, closing my eyes and biting my lips. He teased over the lips of my pussy with his fingers for a while, and then slowly penetrated inside to feel the sensitive territory, making me moan wildly.

“You are so wet, Anju,” he whispered, still exploring inside my love hole with his fingers. “Do you mind if I have fun with it for a while?”

I stayed still without responding to Manoj, resting my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes firmly as he gradually started fingering my clit, making me moan in ecstasy. It didn’t take too long for me to feel the pressure building inside my body, which eventually burst out of my pussy to make me experience the first-ever intense orgasm of my life. My entire body was shivering, trembling in pleasure, and I couldn’t resist myself from moaning wildly. While I was still recovering from the pleasure of cumming, Manoj pulled my panties down, sliding through my legs to make me stand stark naked in front of him before turning me around to have a good look at my entire body exposed in front of him. I tried to cover myself, completely with both my hands, one for my boobs and the other for my twat. But he refused by grabbing the wrists of both my hands with his as our eyes locked with an intensity that made my breath hitch while he guided my hands to rest at my sides. Then, he stepped back to take in the sight of my stark-naked body.

“Wow!!!” he exclaimed, staring at my body from head to toe. “I never thought that you were hiding such an attractive body underneath your clothes, Anju.”

I blushed at Manoj, hearing his compliment and then lowered my head, closing my eyes firmly as his gaze was like a physical touch, caressing every inch of my body in lust. I was enjoying it, in eagerness and excitement. Suddenly, he lifted me in his arms in a flash, which made me stare at him in surprise as he took me effortlessly inside one of the bedrooms. He dropped me on the queen-sized bed in the room, and I scooted back on it to rest my back on the headrest in desperation. While I was still recovering from the thoughts about his strength, he removed his t-shirt quickly, and the very sight of his bare manly upper physique turned my mouth dry. His mildly hairy body with broad shoulders, strong chest, big biceps and flat stomach made me wild instantly, and the small bulge exposed in front of his pants, below his waist, enticed me further.

To be honest with you all, seeing Manoj in that state made me feel as if I was admiring one of the male models from the pornographic magazines I had gone through with my classmate girls during my high school and bachelor’s degree graduation. I kept staring at him with my eyes and jaw wide open as he slid his pants down after unbuttoning them to stand before me, only in his brief boxers with a huge protrusion in front. My heart skipped a beat for a second, and then it started pounding me hard, since I couldn’t take my eyes off his physique and the huge bulge on his boxers. Soon, he got into bed, sitting beside me and then started teasing me, rubbing his hands all over my stomach and hip. Then, he moved a bit closer to me and started kissing around my neck from one end to the other, sending shivers down my spine again.

I started moaning in ecstasy, closing my eyes and biting my lips in between while Manoj slowly moved his head down, between my titties, before kissing, licking and sucking one of them while fondling the other one with his hands. He made me wild by licking and rubbing my areolas, biting and pinching my nipples at the same time, before moving his head further down. He kissed and licked my entire stomach, teasing my belly button with his tongue to drench it with his saliva, tickling me in the beginning and then made me moan in pleasure as if he was tongue fucking my belly button. Soon, he moved his head further down slowly, and the excitement grew in me as I was aware of what he was up to next, having read a lot of stories and seen naughty pictures in those pornographic magazines with my classmates.

Manoj didn’t make me wait for long as he started by kissing me below my waist over my slightly trimmed pubic hair, before spreading my legs wider to get deeper access between them. He started by teasing my inner thighs by running his lips and tongue around my love hole to entice me, and my entire body started craving for it, to feel his breath and lips over my pussy. As soon as his tongue touched the outer lips of my twat, a soft moan escaped from my mouth as shock waves passed through my entire body. I was still resting my head on the headrest, continuing my moans by closing my eyes and biting my lips in between. He licked the outer lips for a while and then inserted a finger inside my cunt to make me jolt in pleasure.

In fact, I tried to push Manoj’s hands immediately due to embarrassment, despite the pleasure I was getting from it. However, he managed to get through my resistance effortlessly and started fingering me slowly, making me moan in ecstasy at the same pace as his movement. He was able to access my tight clit pretty well since it was really wet, and I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair as he began to lick and suck its sensitive inner flesh with his tongue as well. The sensations were too much, too intense, and my legs trembled as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. It didn’t take me long to feel the pressure building inside me again, and my pussy burst out to make me cum for the second time of the session.

My body was convulsing, making me sway my hips sideways, and I was gasping for breath, raising my chest while resting my head on the headrest as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. In fact, I had almost forgotten what was going on at that time and was purely enjoying the pleasure of my intense orgasm. It took some time for me to gather my breath back, and I had a glance at Manoj through the gap between my sprawled legs to see him tasting my juices from his fingers, like a hungry animal, while still staring at my cunt.

“You’re amazing, Anju,” he said with a mischievous smile, looking at me. “And your pleasure juice tastes as amazing as you are.”

I couldn’t hold myself from blushing at Manoj for it, and then covered my face in shyness with both my hands as he got up, kneeling on the bed before me. However, he pulled both my hands to either side of my body and we both stared into each other’s eyes, in eagerness, excitement and desperation.

“Now, it’s your turn,” he said, wicking at me again. “It’s time for you to take care of me and my tool.”

Being a naughty girl who had gathered quite a bit of knowledge about sex from high school days, I understood that the tool Manoj was referring to was his cock as he crawled on the bed closer to kneel right in front of me. I bent my head down in shyness after seeing the huge bulge in front of his boxers, which was within touching distance of my face. But he lifted my chin gently first, and then grabbed my left hand with his right to place it over the protrusion of his boxers, which felt very hard. I immediately pulled my hand back, and my mind started racing in all directions while we both stared at each other.

“Come on, Anju,” he paused for a moment and winked at me with a wicked smile. “Just pull down my boxers to see the beautiful gift I have for you inside.”

I couldn’t help but blush by lowering my head again upon hearing Manoj referring to his cock as a gift for me. However, he was desperate to feel my hand on his boner and placed my left hand back on his bulge over his boxers. But on that occasion, I didn’t pull my hand away since I already knew how it felt during the previous attempt. In fact, I enjoyed its hardness over his boxer and couldn’t hold myself from stroking it lightly, which enticed him a bit.

“Oh, Anju,” he breathed, looking me straight in the eye. “I can’t wait to see you doing the same directly on the gift I have for you inside. Unwrap the gift now by pulling down my boxers.”

Despite feeling really shy to do what Manoj had requested, hearing his desperation to see me playing with his dick started turning me on a bit. In fact, I was also craving to see how big it really is, since the protrusion in front of his boxers was too big to ignore. Hence, I took a deep breath to go ahead with my desire and moved both my hands on either side of his waist to pull his boxers down slowly. As soon as it came halfway down his thighs, his big dusky meat on its full erection rushed out and stood proudly between his legs, pointing towards my face. I was stunned by its size, and I stared at it with my eyes and jaw wide open in awe.

Manoj’s veiny cock looked huge for me, which measures just above seven inches long and around four inches in girth, and I stared at it with mixed feelings. It looked gorgeous to my eyes with its size and shape, but it also frightened me with the thoughts of whether I would be able to handle it or not. While I was staring at his boner without blinking my eyes, he removed his boxers from his body in a flash and then lifted my chin with his hands, kneeling stark naked before me.

“Did you like my gift?” he asked, with a sly smile. “It’s been waiting for your attention for a while now.”

I blushed at Manoj again, but didn’t lower my head then, and we both kept staring at each other in eagerness to see what was going to happen. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my mouth had turned dry seeing his fully erect huge dick, pointing at my face.

“Anju,” he paused for a second before winking at me. “I would like to get my gift touched and stroked over its entire length with your beautiful hand.”

Despite the initial hesitation, I acknowledged Manoj and followed his instructions just like an obedient girl. I grabbed his big, veiny cock with my right hand and was astonished by how it felt skin to skin. It was hard and hot like a molten rod, which triggered some kind of spark inside me. I enjoyed its presence in my hand without moving for a few seconds, and then started stroking it. I ran my hand over the entire length of his shaft at a slow and steady pace from the base to the top, till its mushroom head.

“Oh my God,” he moaned, staring at me. “The feeling of your soft hand makes my gift for you so happy, Anju. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Again, I blushed at Manoj hearing his compliment and kept stroking his boner with my right hand. Soon, I saw his pre-cum oozing out of the small hole on its mushroom head, which made me smile by bending my head down for a second, and then I looked at him.

“There it comes,” he said, winking at me with a sly smile. “Lick it and then let me know how it tastes.”

I stared right at Manoj’s eyes, hearing that while still stroking his cock gently with my hand, and then bent my head down in shyness when he requested me again to lick his pre-cum. To be honest with you all, I really wished to lick his pre-cum and then impress him by giving a blowjob as well, which I have been practising for years at home from my high school days using vegetables like carrots, radishes and cucumbers. But being a virgin, I was feeling extremely shy to actually do it and remained still, bending my head down while still gently stroking his boner with my right hand. He read my mind, and our eyes met when he lifted my chin with his hand again.

“It’s okay, Anju,” he said with a gentle smile, which made me feel good. “Today is your first time, so I won’t force you. But this is just the beginning of our physical relationship, and I’ll make you do what I want soon.”

I blushed at Manoj yet again, hearing about his intentions to have sex with me regularly and bent my head down when he winked at me with a wicked smile. Suddenly, he pulled me a little closer and then made me lie on the bed completely on my back before spreading my legs wider with his hands. Then, he positioned his waist between my thighs, and I felt a flicker of nervous anticipation when he pressed the entrance of my pussy with his huge dick. He bent over me with his hands on either side of my shoulders and then kissed me on my forehead, which made us both stare at each other in excitement, eagerness and lust again.

“Are you ready, Anju?” he said, gazing right at my eyes. “I am going to insert my gift for you inside your gift for me.”

I just nodded my head in eagerness, without uttering a word, and Manoj pushed his huge cock slowly inside my cunt, which started hurting me instantaneously. The pain increased the more he applied pressure to invade inside me, and I grabbed his biceps with both my hands before pushing him away to stop him. However, he kept applying pressure and then gave one last hard thrust to bury his tool completely inside me, which made me feel as if he split me in two.

“No ... No, I can’t, Manoj,” I screamed in pain, pressing my hands hard on his biceps and chest. “Remove it. Remove it, please.”

Manoj was not in the mood to leave me then and started kissing around my neck without moving his hips, before biting there, which made me scream in pain. To say frankly, I still couldn’t believe how I managed to accommodate his huge meat inside my virgin twat and felt really uncomfortable with its presence inside, along with the pain. In fact, it made me feel as if I should push him and then get away from that place as soon as possible. However, his teasing kisses around my neck calmed me slowly, and I soon stopped resisting him with my hands over his biceps. The moment he realised that I was relaxed, he started moving his hip up and down like a piston to fuck me in missionary position, which started hurting me again.

“No ... no, Manoj,” I cried again, pressing my hands on his chest. “Please don’t move. It hurts.”

“You need to be patient, Anju,” he responded, staring right at my eyes again. “It will be painful initially. But trust me, you will really enjoy the pleasure that follows.”

Manoj continued moving his hip to and fro slowly to get access inside my tight, virgin pussy, which kept hurting me. He was too strong for me and continued thrusting his dick inside me, despite my efforts to push him away with all my force. But as he said, the pain subsided slowly and brought the pleasure I was craving to experience from my high school days. My clit got adjusted to the size of his huge boner quickly, and it felt like being filled inside me perfectly. My hands, which were pushing him away a couple of minutes ago, changed their approach and started pulling him closer. I moaned, closing my eyes and biting my lip in ecstasy for the pleasure he was giving me with his cock’s movement inside me.

Manoj kept fucking me in a steady rhythm for a while and then raised his pace of fucking gradually to make me moan wildly. I hugged him, wrapping my hands around his shoulders, and my legs swaddled around his waist as we moved together in a dance older than time itself. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony as we became lost in each other’s embrace. Neither of us could have stopped even if we had wanted to, which we neither did as his boner pulsed inside me, thick and unrelenting. His hips moved with a rhythm that was both punishing and tender as every thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body. I could feel the stretch of his meat, the way my twat clung to it, swollen and drenched, as if it had been waiting for this moment forever.

“Oh, Anju,” he exhaled and whispered, moaning against my ear. “The feel of your wet pussy rubbing against my cock is incredible, and your moaning makes me even horny.”

That’s the first time he used the terms cock and pussy during the session, which turned me really wild, and I arched my back. My hands were gripping the bedsheets tightly while his hands slid down to grip my hips harder, pulling me into each thrust with a force that made my body jolt. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, and the wet squelch of my clit taking his boner was obscenely loud, and it only drove me wilder. His meat was hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside me, and all I could do was moan in ecstasy. Within a few seconds, I felt the pressure building inside my body once again, and my cunt clenched around Manoj’s dick involuntarily, before bursting to cum for the third orgasm of the session. I gasped along with my moans and pulled him closer, tangling my fingers in his hair.

“You belong to me,” he growled next to my ear. “From today onwards, you are my property.”

I stared at Manoj in eagerness upon hearing it while continuing to moan for his wild fucking. Soon, he slid his hands up to cup both my boobs, which were jiggling for each of his thrusts. His thumbs flicked over my hard and aching nipples before pinching them until I was writhing beneath him as the dual sensations threatened to overwhelm me. Soon, he leaned down and brushed his lips against my collarbone before biting there gently to make me moan even wildly. It didn’t take too long for me to feel the pressure building deep inside my body again, and I was edging for another orgasm for the day.

“Oh, Anju,” he groaned, almost at the same time, his voice strained. “I can feel your pussy tightening again.”

With a low growl, Manoj shifted slightly by angling his hips so that his cock hit that deeper inside me with every thrust, as if it had been made just for him. Within seconds, I let out a loud moan to excrete my cum, raising my chest up and down in ecstasy as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, overwhelming and all-consuming. My body convulsed, and my love hole spasmed around his boner as he continued fucking me like an animal by thrusting his huge meat in and out of my clit. I hugged him firmly, wrapping both my hands around his shoulders and kept moaning, closing my eyes firmly and biting my lip. Soon, he started moaning wildly, which made me realise that he was edging for his ejaculation as well.

“Anju,” he growled, thrusting his boner inside me. “Will you ovulate in the next couple of days?”

“No, why?” I responded immediately and kept moaning for his fucking.

“Glad to hear that,” he groaned, still drilling me wildly. “I am going to cum inside you then, Anju.”

The thought of Manoj coming inside me sent another shock of pleasure through my already overstimulated body, and I could feel his dick pulsing inside me as he reached his peak. With a low roar, he buried himself to the hilt, and his release flooded me in warm spurts. His hips jerked uncontrollably until he emptied himself into me, and his breath came in ragged gasps. We stayed still for a while without moving and completely lost in each other as his boner twitched inside me until the last of his cum spilt into me. I whimpered at the sensation and hugged him in ecstasy for the pleasure he gave, the pleasure I was craving from my high school days. Soon, he pulled himself up, and I felt a mix of relief and emptiness as his cock slipped out of my pussy.

Manoj collapsed on the bed beside me with his chest heaving, while I could feel his cum leaking out of my deflowered twat. It took some time for us to gather our breath properly, and he turned his head to look at me, his dark eyes filled with satisfaction. I blushed, feeling both sated and vulnerable under his gaze while my body still tingled from the intensity of what we had shared. My clit felt raw and used in the best possible way, and I could still feel his cum inside me.

“That was awesome, Anju,” he said with a wicked smile. “I really enjoyed it. How was it for you?”

I stared at Manoj for a few seconds and then just nodded my head positively, which made him happy. Soon, we both cuddled on the bed in satisfaction and dozed off for well over an hour before I woke up first. But I lay on his chest, and kept thinking about whatever happened between us until he woke up. He gave me a wicked smile as soon as our eyes met, and we stared at each other in eagerness for a few seconds.

“Manoj,” I whispered, feeling my heartbeat quicken. “It’s late. I need to go home.”

“Well,” he paused before giving me a mischievous wink. “I was thinking about doing another round, Anju.”

“No, no,” I replied immediately, getting up and sitting on the bed. “My parents will start to suspect me if I go home late. Come on, please.”

“Okay, okay,” he replied, quickly rising from the bed.

I got up from the bed immediately and noticed the dried blood stains mixed with thick white fluid, in and around my pussy and a few on the bedsheet, which frightened me.

“Hey, don’t worry about that,” he said, with a comforting smile. “Most women experience that for the first time they have sex. You get ready to leave.”

I nodded my head positively to acknowledge Manoj and then rushed to the washroom stark-naked. I cleaned the stains on my body and noticed a few of his love bites on my neck and nipples while freshening up, which made me blush. By the time I returned to the bedroom, Manoj was in his t-shirt and was wearing his pants. He had thrown away the stained bedsheet for laundry and replaced it with a new one. I rushed to the family room, where my clothes were lying on the floor, which I put on quickly, and then we left the house. He dropped me off back at the coffee shop from where he had picked me up in the afternoon, and we both stared at each other after I got down from his bike.

“So, are you free tomorrow?” he asked with a sly smile, winking at me. “My friend and his family are not supposed to return to their house for another few weeks. So, we can do whatever we did today, tomorrow as well.”

Even though I refused him, nodding my head negatively for his repeated request, deep inside my mind I was craving to meet him and get fucked by him again. Soon, we parted ways from the coffee shop, and I reached home with an amount of happiness that could never be measured. I wrapped my neck completely with my shawl to cover the love bites of Manoj and pretended in front of my parents as if I had really gone to my friend’s house. I didn’t sleep the whole night thinking about the fun I had with Manoj and kept blushing at his love bites on my neck and nipples, which increased my eagerness to meet him again as soon as possible.

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