Romance My experience with love [Completed]

[avsji]

When I reached at the entrance of the movie theater, I noticed that Devy wore large sunglasses. Probably she wanted to ensure that if someone known to her saw her, they could not identify her. Honestly, her ‘safe play’ was now getting on to me. But I still went on with that, because if all this made her feel safe, it was fine by me. Anyway, we went inside the theater and took our seats. She objected to my choice of seats: they were at the far end of the hall, and in the corner. This allowed us enough privacy. I told her that it was the guy at the box-office who gave this to me (I did not tell her that I told him that it was for a couple who need privacy). I was very happy to see that it being a summer noon, not many people turned up for the film. So, we really had the entire row to ourselves. The hall itself was only about 20 percent occupied. Devy became even more nervous.

Movie started and the lights were switched off. I held her hand during this time. The moment the lights went out, I pulled her hand and started kissing it. I could feel that her hand was getting cold and limp in nervousness. She did not protest, however. I grew bolder and put one of her fingers in my mouth and started to suck it. One by one I sucked all her fingers one by one. It must have been only fifteen minutes in the film. Hindi films are very long. That means, we had ample opportunity to enjoy in this manner.

I wrapped my right arm around her so that she leans towards me side and kissed on her forehead. Devy was no fool. She understood what was about to come her way. She also wanted to exchange more physical love, but her taboos really dragged her down. Good thing was that she was not resisting anything that I was doing. I kept kissing her forehead for a while, and then leaned down to kiss her on her left cheek.

"I love you", I murmured in her ear.

It was true. I started to feel love for Devyani for some time now, and that is the reason why I wanted to experience our time with her. I was not sure how she felt for me, but I was sure that I would come to know about it soon enough. I lowered my arm a bit and placed my palm on the side of her right breast.

She protested immediately, "No no… Stop! Not this… please!"

"Devy, do you love me? Can you trust me?"

"I do… I really do… but please don’t do this."

"Okay… I won’t do it! But please tell me, why?"

"I don’t like it… and it hurts…." she trailed.

Okay, so she must have experienced this already and someone had hurt her doing it. Bad experiences can have lasting effect.

"Do you trust me that I will not hurt you… physically or otherwise?"

"Yes…" she did not hesitate for even a second.

"Then trust me on this and allow me some leeway. Please?"

She sat quietly for some time.

"Devy?"

"…. I don’t know, Amar. Will it be too much to ask if we don’t do this today?"

"Absolutely not. In fact, it is completely okay! If you don’t want to do it, we won’t do it. But we will have to do it sometime, won’t we?"

Devyani did not reply, so I continued, "Devy, can you understand that by doing this, I am risking being perceived as a man who only wants sex. I have much to lose if you think of me as that kind of man. But I love you. I want to show you that the same kind of touch will feel differently.”

She did not reply. My palm was still on her breast. She did not even try to remove it. It was not a bad sign.

“Devy, please for once, don’t think and just trust me. Okay? Can you do that?"

I saw her head nodding in nervous agreement.

Now, fortunately for me, she was wearing a comfortable tee-shirt and skirt. I asked her to trust me fully, and if she did so, then allow me some space by giving me access to the hem of her tee. There was no doubt in her mind that I wanted to undress her. She contemplated for a while; perhaps she was trying to weigh her options, possibly on how to avoid this from happening, or even discourage me from doing it. One option, however weak it was, was to let me do it and if possible, even enjoy. I think in her heart, she knew that I would not hurt her. I mean, she should have known. That was why she finally slid forward a little and gave me the access. I held the hem of tee and in one swift motion, pulled it up off her body.

Devy was now sitting there clad only in her bra and skirt. I did not want that bra to remain on her body for much longer. She could change her mind, and that was a very real risk. I reached out and unhooked it at her back, and freed her soft, supple breasts. I folded her bra and handed it over to her. After that I held her breasts carefully in my hands and kissed them all over. Devyani was a completely grown and developed woman, and her breasts were also fully developed. They were full on top, soft, and firm (36B as I came to know their size later). The sound of the film was very loud, but I am sure that Devy’s heart was pounding at the top note and so was mine. It had been sometime, and I could use female company… female love. I was interested in Devyani, and if everything went well, I was willing to proceed with her for a life-long commitment. Her nipples responded, perking up, sensitive, aching to be sucked. After kissing them for some time, my mouth naturally clamped onto one of her soft breasts.

God! Her nipples felt like melting in my mouth. They were soft and smelled divine. The feel, smell and palate of her breasts was so different from all the breasts that I had sampled in my life! I sucked slowly and felt her nipples erecting in my mouth. I suckled, mouthed, nibbled, and chewed on one nipple, and then just before I wore my welcome out on that one, I switched to the other one doing the exact same thing. I stayed there for the longest time; I simply had no idea how pleasurable sucking on that dear girl’s nipples would be.

"Enough now…. please stop!" she hissed her plea. Poor woman could not even speak loudly, for that would have attracted everyone’s attention to us and to her!

 

[avsji]

We had a lot of time however, and I had no intention of letting go just yet. I carefully and lovingly sucked her left nipple and then moved to the right one. Sitting to her left, it was not an easy thing to do. So, I got her up and sat her on my left. Now the right nipple also got the same treatment for some time.

While I was playing with her right nipple, I freed my penis from the confines of my clothes. I took her hand and placed it on my erect penis. For a while, she could not understand what it was. But as soon as she realized, she yanked her hand off. I again caught hold of it and placed it on my engorged penis. It was very hot right now and her cold palm was giving it a lot of comfort and pleasure.

"Play with it. It is unfair that only I play with you and not allow you."

With unsure hand, she started to squeeze it.

"It is so hard!" she exclaimed.

"That is because it wants to enter my darling."

"How?"

"From here…" my other hand quickly touched her groin area.

"Chhee!" she exclaimed and let go of her grip.

I did not let go of her though. I kept sucking, nibbling lightly, and caressing her breasts and bare torso. Her nipples had become so taut that I could feel them poking into my face whenever I reached near them. In the darkness of the movie theater, it was hard to guess their size, but their feel, texture, taste, and smell was divine! It was cold inside and sitting without any clothes for a long time, Devy started to feel cold… and soon enough, she started to tremble.

"I am feeling cold… please; let me wear my tee-shirt!"

I knew it was not entirely because of cold - she was sexually aroused by now. It was wise of her to put a stopper then because we did not have a way to proceed to the obvious next level. I literally had to tear myself away. Mentally, she was not ready for it and if I say it honestly, neither was I. But l never ruled out a bit of fun with her.

"Sure!" I said and gave her back the tee shirt which she wore in just under five seconds.

I wrapped my left arm around her and started to lightly squeeze her left breast. She did not protest. In fact, what she did next came as a surprise to me. She reached down and again held my penis, which was still very hard.

"Hold it tight and move your hand like this." I whispered my instructions in her ear and showed her how to masturbate me. She did. She did it for about five-six minutes, and finally I felt like ejaculating.

"Devy… I am about to cum." I informed her.

"Okay! So… is this a good thing of a bad thing?"

"Idiot, I am about to discharge my semen!"

"Oh! …. What should I do?" she was clearly nervous.

"You have a handkerchief? Give me that."

Devy did not let go of my penis and handed me over her handkerchief with the other hand. I wrapped the tip of my penis using her hanky and within no time, my dick exploded. Devy realized what was happening and she let it sink in. In no time, her hanky was full of hot, wet, thick, and white semen.

"Eee! I am feeling icky!"

"Icky? Good god! I will deposit the same thing inside you each time we’ll make love!"

"God!!! You are so shameless!"

"Shameless? Yes... and that is because I love you!!" I said with a twinkle in my eyes.

"I can never win any argument with you. This hanky seems wasted…. Tell me what I should do with it?"

"Here, give it to me. I will throw it away… Or if you want it back, I will wash it using water and give it back to you. Whichever you prefer?"

She thought for a while and then said, "I think I will keep it… it is a souvenir!"

So, I went to the bathroom and cleaned the hanky and took a pee. When I came back, and sat beside Devy, I noticed that she had again worn her bra.

‘Daring girl.’ I thought. To add to my delight, she also appeared happy.

"Honey! How are you feeling?"

"Good…" she paused for a while, and then said, "… better!"

I smiled. I too felt better, as we had broken the wall of sexual tension between us.

Now there was no doubt in our minds about the direction of our relationship. It was a good thing. In serious relationships, certainty is a valuable resource. We left the movie before the intermission (for us the fun was no longer with the movie) and had a nice lunch together. I told her about my family, my life, including several personal details that she should know before making up her mind. Devy on the other hand told me about her family, and her life story. She told me that she had had two failed relationships in the past. One of those relationships was sexual in nature. But when she came to realize that it was the only thing the man wanted, she broke it off. Both were long time ago, and since then she had not been with any man.

I asked her how she felt about me, to which she replied that she felt more comfortable and surer with me. But she was concerned about our huge age difference. I asked her whether it mattered to her. She said she was not sure. If I loved her, that is all that mattered to her.

Finally, I asked her whether she loved me. She said that she would not have allowed me to do all that if she didn’t. That was a delightful revelation. I told her that I too loved her. Unfortunately, I can not be that spontaneous lover that first-time love brings. But I loved her. I also told her that I saw a future together. She seemed shyly pleased at my declaration. That day we cemented our relationship for real. We were now officially boyfriend and girlfriend. Devy, who was before that day tentative and uncertain about our relationship, started to let go of her fears, inhibitions, taboos, and privileges. She accepted me as her partner, lover, and potential husband!

In return I gave her much more access to my life. I gave her complete access to my home as well. I gave her the keys of my house - after all, it was going to be her house after our marriage - and asked her to keep it with her, for she could drop in whenever she wanted. She, in fact, took this newfound freedom to the fullest. She would come to ‘our’ house quite regularly, even when I was not there. I never asked her whether she came or not and she never explained, which was fine. As I said, it was her home too! I gathered that she slept a few times in my bed (I could see long hair on my pillow and mattress many times). She even started to personalize the house according to her taste - she bought curtains, tablecloths, a few better looking utensils etc. We had finally become serious an item!

Even though all of this was happening, we kind of signed on an unsaid agreement to restrain ourselves in the physical intimacy department. We kissed often… I played with her breasts (from over her clothes) … and that was it! One reason why we did not get much intimacy was because we did not get a lot of private moment. Most of the time when she visited, I was not at home. She never called before coming, so I had no way of knowing of and planning for her arrival. But I was very happy to see the certainty with which my personal life was progressing. Having a steady, intelligent, and beautiful girlfriend, who would eventually become my wife, was a very satisfying thing. It was a very comforting thought. About time I told my parents about her!

When they heard about Devyani, they felt much relief. They expressed a desire to meet her. I asked them to come over anytime.

 

[avsji]

Friends, so here are huge huge updates on my two current stories.
Please have a read, and let me know your reactions and suggestions.

Have a fun weekend!

 

[avsji]

सभी मित्रों को होलिकोत्सव की बधाईयाँ और शुभकामनाएँ!

और याद रहे,
If girls are dancing or drinking or both, it is not an invitation for sexual intimacy.

 

[Vinikalludi]

Excellent story

 

[avsji]

That day was a Sunday, and I was at home.

Of course, since it was a holiday, I was taking slightly late bath. After I finished my shower, wiped myself and came out of the bathroom, I heard something in the drawing room, and I knew I was not alone. I mentally prepared myself for an encounter with a burglar. I quietly got hold of the wiper from the bathroom. It was always better to have a weapon of some kind than to be bare hands to deal with burglars. With quiet steps I reached to the edge of the drawing room and peeked cautiously inside.

I was surprised and relieved to see Devy sitting there on the easy chair and then it came back to me that I gave her the keys and she could very well make herself at home here.

"Devy!" I almost shouted, "What a pleasant surprise! Hope you haven’t been sitting here alone for a long time?"

She was wearing a grey cotton corduroy skirt that had pleats and a white shirt-like top (it had buttons and full sleeves) with slip.

"Hi" she said meekly, raising her eyes away from the magazine that she was reading and could not speak further.

She looked at me and kept looking agape. She was clearly startled the way I made my appearance. There was a greater reason also. As I have told you much earlier, I wasn’t a slouch when it came to physique and physical fitness. With regular exercise and controlled diet, I had proudly developed a well-chiseled physique. And now it was all for her to see. The towel that I used that day was rather meager in size – I could wrap it around me just a little over once and its length ended much above the knee – and looked very much like short wrap skirt. Although not erect, my penis was stretching the soft fabric forward.

Devy was aware of my good and strong physique, but she was seeing this for the first time in her life, and she looked quite perplexed. I noticed what she was looking at and decided to tease her a bit,

"Do you like what you see?" I asked.

"Hmmm mmmm…" she agreed and the giggled nervously, "… I am sorry. I should have called first before coming here!"

"It is YOUR home, silly! You don’t have to call, and you certainly should not feel sorry for anything."

She let the thought sink in for some time.

"Come, now, give me a kiss…" I leaned and gave a little peck on her lips.

"…. Mmmm… this is not enough! Come, let’s sit on the sofa."

Saying this, I held her hand and almost dragged her to seat her on the sofa. Suddenly, in my heart, I could feel that today, I would go all the way with Devy and make long, passionate love to her. My penis started to harden at this thought. I sat next to her and put an arm around her waist. Devy had clearly anticipated what was about to come next – her breathing quickened. I leaned in and kissed her, gently but deeply at first, but quickly escalating in aggressiveness. She knowingly or unknowingly responded in kind, matching my own aggressiveness. I was at one point afraid that she would draw blood. I somehow broke our kiss and took a few deep breaths to steady myself. Then facing her I said,

"So how are my two favorite titties in the whole wide world doing these days?"

"Why don’t you check them out for yourself?" Devy managed to say, smiling, and her voice hoarse.

Believe me, I did. I started to undo the buttons of her shirt and slip if off her body. It takes more time to disrobe a girl than you think. Looking in her eyes, I slipped it my hand down and found the hem of her camisole.

'So many levels, before I reach the demons.' I thought, bemused at the comparison of her breasts with demons.

I kissed her - just enough to brush against her lips. I felt her inhale, as my hand discovered smooth, warm skin and caressed upwards, finding a lacy bra. I cupped her breast – handful! Devy started wriggling. She tugged her slip up and off, exposing her bra covered breasts. When she reached for the clasp between her breasts, I stopped her.

"Let me do it."

Bending, I kissed her navel, her stomach… her skin felt so silky against my lips. My fingertips found the clasp. My heart rate jumped… this was it... I was going to see her… for the first time! I stopped, and smiled into her eyes, and brushed her lips with mine. Devy smiled shyly. So cute!

The clasp opened, and her bra separating with a tug. I glanced down. Oh God! Two perfect breasts mounded up in youthful glory. They were firm and soft, perky, and round. Devy had much nicer body than what I had imagined. Devy had the most amazing and beautiful breasts that I had ever seen in my life! The swellings were the size of grapefruits, they were round and very fair – a network of blue veins was barely visible, and each one had a delicious looking wild strawberry colored nipples perched on top, which were surrounded by matching pink circles of areola. I tell you – breasts of a young, beautiful Indian woman are the most amazing things that you will ever see. Just by the look of them, they looked so soft, fragile, and precious. I guess all men have that innate fascination with women's breasts, that whenever we see them, we immediately want to have them in our mouths. Perhaps it is because of that natural throwback from when we were feeding from our mother’s breasts. I trembled when I kissed the tip of one.

"Gorgeous! Just gorgeous!" I murmured before lightly kissing the tip of the other, "Perfect!"

Reaching down, I rearranged my erection to relieve the pressure.

Finally, I cupped one glorious breast – yes, soft yet firm and unbelievably sexy! It yielded to my caress; her nipple perked nicely from my teasing touch. Devy moaned, her hand covered mine and pressed my palm against her. While my hand was busy with this one, my mouth found the other. I took her nipple along with the areola into my mouth and teased her nipple with my tongue. Devy’s other hand found the back of my head and pushed me towards her breast, emitting a relaxed moan. I sucked. It was so arousing. I could feel that familiar melting feeling. Her strawberry flavored body-mist was doing an amazing job in increasing my pleasure. I sucked and teased it with my tongue. I suckled more, nibbled, and even chewed on her nipple. Sucking a girl’s breasts is extremely pleasurable. Devyani’s moan of pleasure and her arms hugging me closer clearly indicated that whatever I was doing was giving her enough pleasure too. My body ached from arousal; muscles were taut; erection pulsing. My thoughts were fogged by raw desire for Devy. When I looked up, I found that Devy stared into my eyes. She was smiling.

I smiled at her.

"You have such a beautiful pair of breasts," I told her, my hand giving one a final caress, so firm, before gliding down her body.

We kissed again, gently, lips moving, tongues touching, soft, loving, Devy’s hand caressing the back of my head. I could feel her body tremble, and I know she could feel mine tremble too. We went on silently for a while, me giving tweaks and nibbles and sucks and she receiving same, while her nipples fully erect now. In the process we were now half-lying on the sofa. My hand touched the waist of her skirt. I touched a button on the side, so I undid that. It was further supported by a zipper, so I unzipped that. In the room it was very quiet, and the zipper sounded loud.

I am not sure if she sensed my excitement yet – my body was clearly showing signs of arousal. My towel was short in length, and considering my body, was inadequate. Its meager front was already raised considerably when I started to kiss her. Right now, I was feeling the cool air on my penis, and at the same time, the knot of the towel did not feel tight around my waist. Clearly, it must have loosened by now. She should see.

Then I started to pull her skirt down. I was kissing her, but she understood what I wanted. Devy raised her hips and helped me pull her skirt down. She kicked her legs a bit before she settled down. Our kiss intensified when my hand settled on her panties, cupping the remarkable shape of her mons. I thought I could detect the crinkle of her pubic hair. I felt her camel toe and relished how full her vulva felt between her legs. Caressing her cleft gently I thought I could feel the nub of her clit. In my mind I wondered how her vagina would look like. Another surge of arousal hit me with this thought.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I broke our kiss ending it by sucking her now slightly swollen lower lip. I smiled at her. She smiled back at me; her smile still shy. Glancing down her body, I admired her remarkable youthfulness. I finally saw her panties. They were lavender color, lacy, low-rise panties – same set as her bra. The patch at her vagina was silken and looked sexy. The front was mounded up as her mons swelled seductively from beneath. With mounting excitement my fingertips eased under the waist and slipped in. I detected the rise of her mons and then I touched the silky softness of Devy’s pubic hair. It felt sparse, fine, and soft. It was too much to resist anymore; with a twist of my hand, her waistband stretched. I peeked inside the gap. Oh my God! The view was divine, but still incomplete. With a racing heart, I closed my eyes and, surprising myself, laid my cheek down on her breast. In my ear I listened to her heart beating. Devy’s hand combed through my hair. I withdrew my hand and caressed her hip. My erection was rigid to the point of no return. I needed to control - it was too much stimulation, too much excitement. I must not hurry; otherwise this incredible experience is going to be ruined.

 

[avsji]

I could feel that there was a sigh inside her chest that wouldn’t come out. Devy was still amazed at what was happening to her. Although she accepted it, she was afraid of it… she was just too powerless to stop it anyway. That it was going to happen, she knew for a long time. When and how it was going to happen, it was another story. But now that it was finally happening, she was experiencing riot of emotions, uncertain how she must feel. After today, she won’t be a virgin anymore! That feeling was very hard to sink in. I lightly touched her pussy again and moaned in excitement. I was sucking her breasts, her nipples hard inside my mouth.

Later Devy described it as perfection. She was aroused. I could feel her pussy clench. She was ready. She wanted sex. I was ready. I wanted sex. I wanted her. For some reason, she thought that she must say something to me.

She said, "Aap mere kapde kyu utarwate ho yaaaar? (Why do you disrobe me?)"

'Aap!' I thought, 'wow, she is using a respecting word (‘aap’ in Hindi is a respectful means of calling anyone) … what has changed?'

"Because I consider you my wife and I love you so much! For that reason, clothes are not needed between us. Agar aapke kapde nahi utaarta, to mujhe kaise maloom hota ki aapke breasts itne beautiful hain? (Had I not stripped you naked, how would I have known that your breasts are so beautiful?)"

I continued, "Without your clothes on, at least I can SEE you intimately… something that no one else can do… not even your mother… and this makes me feel more special. Abhi samjhi? (Do you understand now?)"

"Yes… your highness, samjhi (understood). Matlab aaj main bach nahi sakti (That means I can’t be saved today or That means I am going to be fucked today)."

"Yes, you got it right."

"Oh God!" She resigned herself to my mercy.

And then I slipped my hand up and under her panties. Her skin was cool, despite both of us were really burning with hot desire. But that was kind of sexy! I held her sexy buttocks, caressed those two very sensual, gorgeous orbs. With care I eased her panties down over one hip. Then I placed both hands on the waistband of her panties. I began working them down, and she obligingly raised her hips enough to let them slip past, baring her fabulous, beautiful, soft, firm, smooth firm thighs and exposing her wet swollen vaginal lips, her slit hot and wet. Her vagina was the shape of a Tulip bud, which is about to bloom! I loved its shape and size. She wiggled and kicked and let her panties fall to the floor.

I noticed that Devyani had trimmed her pubic hair. Her pubic hair was thin and soft, same as how it felt to touch. When naked, it only made her appear slimmer than she was, and slightly more vulnerable as well. She later told me that she always paid a lot of attention to her vaginal health. Nature had been kind to her, as the hair down there was soft and thin, and it only needed occasional shaping. She was virtually hairless all over the body in sharp contrast to the thick mane of hair on her head.

Suddenly I had a feeling that she wanted me to kiss her and hold her. I put my arms around her and pulled her to me. As I pulled her to me, she raised her lips to mine and her arms went around my neck. Our kiss was long and passionate. She said nothing and kept our kisses going. She took my hand and put it on her buttery breasts. I fondled her breasts, while she kept them pushing against my hand. In a matter of seconds, I was not only fondling her bare breasts but also licking, sucking, and even biting her sensitive nipples. She was nervous – oh yes – and yet, she was moaning and groaning with the pleasure she was feeling. This was so much different from when I first sucked her nipples in the theater.

"Devyani," I told her, "you don’t need any bra. Don’t wear them anymore."

She laughed nervously and replied, "OK, I won’t wear them next time I meet you. But these girls are not for everyone to see." She said.

She was nervous, and yet her admission was so frank. Invitation to our further escapades so open. I was just inches away from having full-fledged sex with her, which had never been my primary objective… But the prospect of having an intercourse with her now was driving me crazy. With her now surrendering to passion, I mentally readied myself for the real fuck action. Apart from that I wasn’t thinking straight at that time. Each thought was filled with the anticipation of what it was going to feel like slipping my penis up into her tight vagina.

I kissed her again and again bent down to suckle her breasts. Her nervousness was now giving way for exquisite and naughty sensations. Her vagina started juicing of its own accord. My mouth was still fixed to one of her nipples, so, I used one hand to play with her vagina and clitoris. I was aware that I too was naked, so I brought her hand down onto my rigid penis. She gasped, and even pulled away to be able to look. The sight of it dislodged whatever courage she had mustered to have sex. Still, she stroked it, tentative at first but slowly building in confidence.

Grasping one succulent buttock I pulled her against me, trapping my raging erection between us. We kissed; it was an open-mouth deep kiss. Devy’s knee rose over my thigh, her leg hooked around me and my hand swept down her thigh, moved to the inside and up. She moaned into my mouth when my fingers touched her moist pussy and found her slippery cleft. She pressed her stomach against my erection when my fingertip eased between silken labia. She was hot and moist, her folds welcoming. I touched her clitoris, probed and touched a very slippery entrance. Her leg tightened. She pressed her pussy to my body.

"I want you so much, Devy." I whispered.

The sigh in her chest finally escaped as a quiet moan, her mouth sought mine. She probed with her tongue, her body trembled, her arms wrapped around my chest. Unable to stop herself she rubbed her body against my erection, feeling slippery moisture spread.

"It would hurt!" she was referring to my enormously thick penis! She was not sure if it would even fit inside her.

"It would appear friendlier, if you play with it for some time." I suggested.

"How?" she asked.

"Use your imagination… and mouth?" I suggested again.

With uncertain appearance, she got up and gently got hold of my testicles.

"Mouth…" I repeated.

So this time she leaned over and swirled them with her tongue. They are hairy and heavy, and the feel of her warm mouth there made me groan.

"The main apparatus also…" I somehow managed to say.

Devyani’s indecision was evident: although she knew my genitals were clean, she could not make up her mind of actually taking it in mouth. Hesitating, she licked the tip of my penis. At the head, she sucked the drizzle of pre-cum that had gathered. I had asked her to use her imagination and this was only the beginning. She wrapped her lips around my glans and sucked and licked and even bit a little. I saw a hint of smile I cried out. She focused her attention on long slow strokes and trying to fit as much of me in her mouth as she could. It took a few tries, but she was able to swallow much of my penis' length in few minutes. She could not reach my testicles, though, and used her fingers to play with them. Once she got the rhythm, she began working through imaginative tricks. I was even harder and thicker than I remembered. Finally, she let go.

"It wouldn’t hurt, right?" she asked. It was more of an assurance to herself than it was a question.

She was certain that wouldn’t fit inside her. I held my erection, and pushed it down, its glans sliding across her mons to slip along her slit. Our kiss broke at the contact.

I gasped, "Oh Honey!" as her labia parted to hug the tip of my crown in a moist kiss.

The urge to thrust was almost overwhelming. Any further room for doubts and she would have changed her mind. So, I gave her no more time to think. I stood up, spread her legs wide apart, and positioned my throbbing rod against her opening. I waited to see what her reaction would be. When she didn’t move away, I knew the time had come. As I pressed forward, she raised her hips to meet me – sort of a natural reaction. I pushed gently. She watched in fascination as it slowly worked its way into her ever-stretching vagina.

"Um um.. ah ah aaaaahhh!!"

She gave a very loud cry, as my penis stretched her vestal vagina and went all its length in the first thrust itself. She was dripping wet and that made the job easy – but sure, it must have hurt. Tears filled her eyes. I held still, feeling her trembling in my embrace.

I murmured gently, "I am sorry; I hurt you, didn’t I? Are you alright?"

Amidst the pain, Devyani smiled and whispered, "You didn’t hurt me… well maybe a little. But I love you so much and wanted it for us. I feel completely full! Now, make love to me."

I eased a little way out of her vagina and then pushed forward. I could feel the folds of her vagina cradling the length of my penis, as I rocked. Even though highly lubricated, her vaginal muscles clenched strongly on my penis, causing the motion difficult.

"You are so tight!" I straightened up and maintained to fuck her slowly.

In the back of her mind, various thoughts flashed through her mind: She was being fucked… so something between us changed forever! What if she becomes pregnant? Dangerous thought! But the intensity of erotic feelings coursing through her, chased these thoughts away, and she could only live for the thrill of the moment.

"How do you feel?" I asked in a whisper.

"Oh! Full! You are so big, Amar." she too whispered.

"I am big, but you are also tight. But God! You feel so good," I answered. "Does it hurt even now?"

"No. Not as much."

"Good," I whispered, "Because I plan to stay inside you forever."

Devyani giggled. Her pussy tightened with each giggle, squeezing my penis wonderfully. I was so horny right now but didn’t want to move. I didn’t want this to end but wanted to move. It was so hard to accept that I was finally making love to Devyani. That I was finally making love to this wonderful woman! I moved. With those first few strokes caused her vagina to become wetter and soon this friction started to excite her. She breathed deeply and pulled my hips to her enthusiastically, feeling me filling her. Soon, with each stroke, my pubic bones were grinding against hers, and she could feel her first climax building.

"Oh God! Yes! Fuck me!!" She hardly knew where these words came from as they were hardly part of her usual vocabulary, but she felt totally depraved at this moment, and wouldn’t have cared if someone could see her in this act!

She was getting wetter and wetter and that allowed my penis to move more freely. I was no longer slow. In fact, I had started to pound her. I was grunting and sweating like a bull. I should have come, but I was surprised, how I had held out for so long. Devyani felt her vagina ripple that set off orgasmic sensations through her. She gave a tiny cry, and arched, and went rigid for a moment, then swooned. Her body seemed possessed by the first orgasm I had just given her.

 

[avsji]

I stopped my thrusting, trying to hold back, and have a look at her lovely wanton face, but her rippling vagina and the delicious sensation of her hard nipples and taut breasts as she writhed against me were too much for me to resist. My own pressure was building and was about to spill, and with a series of grunts I unloaded into her willing womb.

As our passions receded, we shifted to lie side by side on the couch, still lightly caressing each other. We both were clearly tired – Devyani, because of her first intercourse, and I, because of its emotional and physical intensity.

"That was incredible." I declared softly.

Devyani stroked my cheeks with so much love I melted even further.

"Was I okay?" Devy asked.

Her question surprised me. Was she uncertain about my pleasure? Whoa! I had to stop this in its tracks. Looking directly at her, I told her,

"Honey, it was not only better than anything I have ever experienced, but also, if I have any say in the matter, we are going to be doing this a lot. Believe me! I sure hope you enjoyed it."

She cuddled closer, saying with satisfaction, "I loved it." I waited… it felt that she would add some more, which she did soon enough, "I made love, honey! We made love!" she smiled and closed her eyes.

"Are you sore?"

"I don’t know. Yes… a bit! But a nice kind of sore."

"Any regrets?" I asked.

"Nooooo! Should I have nay? I just feel extremely satisfied right now!"

At this, I kissed her with my tongue touching hers, and our passionate smiles twined together. Soon, we drifted together into sleep, deep and refreshing. When I woke up, I noticed that we had slept for about one hour. Wow! This woman had exhausted me. That was a great sign! Wrapped in each other’s arms, we were surprisingly comfortable. But as soon as I woke up, Devyani too stirred.

With a lovely, satisfied blush on her face, she said, "I need to go," and she started to roll away from me.

"Why?" I asked, deliberately trying to make her blush harder. Reaching out I grabbed her arm restraining her.

"Because! Please let me go, Amar." she replied, tugging her arm.

"Why?"

Her blush intensified into a lovely red. Her cheeks looked like apples at that moment. She glared at me. Oh, and she looked very cute too.

"Because I am leaking, you duffer!"

"Let us shower together?" I suggested with a big grin. I felt triumphant.

"You are very bad!" she announced, her smile returned, "…and I need to pee!"

"We can do that together also...!"

I admired her scrumptious buttocks as she made her way to the attached bathroom. I kept reminding myself I had just made love to this beautiful creature. I had just had sex with her. Me! Wow! Following her, when she turned to start the shower, I admired her beautiful naked body. She was very, very sexy. Devyani tilted her head and tugged off the scrunchy holding her ponytail together. She shook her head, and thick hair filled out, falling over her shoulders. A hand tested the water temperature. Satisfied, she stepped in, leaving the door open for me to follow. I was amazed at our comfort level. It felt so natural to be with her.

“Honey,” I started, “I want to do one thing if you don’t get mad!”

“Do you think I can get mad at anything after what we just did?” she giggled.

“You might… if you knew.”

“Hmm… what is that?”

“I won’t tell you.”

“You want to do something with me, but don’t want to tell me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay!”

I looked at Devy with intent. She trusted me so much. Wow! I held my penis in my hand and directed towards her. She looked at what I was doing and before she could make any sense of it, I let go of the hot piss, directly on her body.

“Aaaooo… Amar… it is so… HOT!”

So, she did not object to me peeing at her; she objected to it being hot! Wow! I must have released at least a liter of hot pee and almost bathed her with it. Then we enjoyed the shower together.

 

[avsji]

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[aalu]

That was a sincere compliment, I guess. I naturally responded with,

"Well, thank you!

"Can I… can I touch it? If you don’t mind that is…"

"Touch what?" I knew exactly what she wanted to touch.

"Your chhunni."

"I guess it is okay. But, it is not clean."

Mother had taught me how to take good care of it. She taught me the "right way" to pee and also told me to clean it after each use. But it was embarrassing to use her advice when I was in school, and since boys are boys - they don’t always do what their mothers tell them to do.

"It is okay."

She said and reached for my penis. She explored fully this time - she also held my testicles, checking for its weight - I asked her to be careful, as she could hurt me. She was very careful - her feather touch fingers on my organs felt wonderful! She squeezed lightly to test the sturdiness of my shaft and length and perimeter of the organ. When done, as if satisfied with what she observed, she tapped playfully at the tip of my penis, and winked at me,

"I like it."

"Hmm?"

"This silly," this time she took my penis between her forefinger and thumb, and gave it a little shake, "I like your chhunni."

"Don’t tease me." I protested.

"Not at all. You look so handsome this way! I had no idea."

I was getting strangely and inexplicably excited because of all this. I am not sure whether that was sexual excitement or simply adventure of being naked. But at that moment, a lot of blood was flowing through my organ. My penis twitched as the result. She noticed.

"Oh! I see." she smiled, "Ye bhi khush hai apni badhai sun ke." (This too is happy for being praised.)

She again covered the entire length and girth in her slender hand and pushed her hand back, partially exposing my glans. Of course, my erection was not very strong one; it could rather be described as a cute erection. Encouraged, she pushed further, and exposed the head completely. Even I noticed it for the first time – the pink color was interesting. Also, for the first time during this entire episode, I felt utterly naked. The whole experience was different. She was a friend, a classmate, a known face, a potential tease… but somehow, she also felt safe.

"Mmm… it is so cute! You know that?"

I blinked. I did not know what else to do. She explored my penis as much as she wanted and then finally let go. She was slightly disappointed that it could not yet grow as much as her dad’s did, but she was happy to have seen and explored something that was considered so forbidden by the society. I was too paralyzed to do anything - even put my knickers back on. She told me to keep it clean under the skin, as she noticed some smegma forming.

What Rachna did next was unbelievable. True to her promise, she reached down, picked the hem of her frock and lifted it over her body. She was wearing a white camisole and a pair of panties under her frock. As she spread her frock outward, standing there, she giggled, and pulled the camisole all the way off. She stood there naked, letting me see every inch of her naked breasts. That was the first time she showed me her breasts. I was amazed to know how such a beautiful and perfect organ could be so much inconvenient for her. It was almost unbelievable! Her skin was clear, without any blemish. Her nipples and areola were of dark burnt orange color. The size of the areola was not more than a one rupee coin and the nipple was only as large as a pea. Honestly, in her nakedness, she looked like a fairy to me… absolutely beautiful!

My mouth fell open; I absentmindedly licked my lips. I was nervous, not because of my own nakedness, but because of Rachna’s! She looked so beautiful! I got up and came closer to her, so close in fact that she could feel my breath on her nipples. My hands shook, and my breathing was in breathless, little gasps. I was tempted to do it before Rachna stopped this show. I lowered my head slightly and my lips brushed her nipple gently.

"Pi lo (suck them)" she whispered her encouragement.

So, Rachna was not going anywhere. I was assured. She too wanted me to do what I wanted. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue around the areola before wrapping my lips around that nipple. Unknown to her, I knew how to suck a woman’s breasts. I sucked Rachna’s nipple into my mouth, and the more I sucked on it, the more erect it became. I expected it to behave this way. Mother’s nipples also behaved in the exact same manner. I looked at Rachna’s face while sucking and found that she had closed her eyes. I moved my hand down her stomach to her nether region; my hand was shaking as I moved my fingers across her crotch. I did that as gently as possible or rather almost fearful. Indeed, she did not have a penis.

Teenage romance or you could call it just curiosity, I guess we all have passed through that phase, we could never forget, the first time when we explore our partner's body, that excitement, of first going into the forbidden territory.

After that, it feels like we did something wrong but at the same time, the tickle in your stomach wants you to do it more...

You are expressing it all so beautifully..