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Indian Summer: Servant Sex
By Roshan Raj (roshanrajsx@yahoo.com)
***
A teenage guy spends the summer in India, his families
home nation, where he is introduced to his first sexual
experience by a willing servant. (MF, 1st, affair,
India)
***
I never expected it to happen there. I mean, being the
age that I was and all, I always expected that sort of
thing to happen to me back home, in the US. Not in
India. But there I was, a young lad at the age of 19,
visiting relatives, and discovering that this wasn't
the India of my childhood.
I was born in India, but my parents moved to the US
when I was 6 months old, and we've lived there ever
since. But we visited often, at first every summer, and
then every other summer, and then for almost 5 years,
not at all. I was busy with high school, my sister was
busy with college, dad was working a lot, and mom had
gone back to work in the medical field now that we were
all old enough to take care of ourselves. So India had
became a place we kept meaning to visit but never did,
until finally that summer after my sophomore year, we
all found ourselves free.
Even though I should have been doing an internship, I
was confused about my major and the direction my life
was going, and decided India would be a good break.
College wasn't going the way I'd planned. I'd gone
expecting do premed, get excellent grades, graduate and
go on to a top ten school. But I didn't like medicine,
and my grades were starting to flounder.
On top of that, my social life sucked. Class and
homework took up most of my time, and I hadn't gotten a
chance to party, or experience too many girls. That
last thing hurt the most. I was a sexually frustrated
young teenager, on the verge of becoming twenty, and I
still hadn't lost my virginity. I hadn't even had my
dick touched by a girl. I was always shy, and coupled
with bad luck, my experiences with girls were horrible.
India was a way for me to get away from my life, to
take my mind off of school and sex.
It took a while getting reacquainted with all my
relatives. We'd all grown, and everyone had changed so
much. All the adults looked so much smaller, and all
the kids looked so much bigger. My cousins Manish and
Sudip had grown the most, and they turned out to be
totally different than when we were younger. I soon
found out they liked to party: go to clubs, meet girls,
etc.
Manish told me he'd take me out to the best clubs in
Bangalore, but before he had a chance, he got a call
from his father, requesting that he come to their
coffee plantation to help take care of business. Sudip
was busy with work, and so I found myself spending the
days relaxing with family. I didn't mind, but at the
mention of girls, I had gotten excited for a while.
India was so different from what I remembered. The city
was much more cosmopolitan than before, and the youth
were certainly not the same. You saw plenty of couples
around, and the girls were noticeably more attractive
than in previous years. The influence of Western
culture had them looking and dressing better and
sexier. They strutted around in tight jeans and shirts,
some of them in shorts, their brown, sexy skin exposed.
I soon realized that coming to India to get my mind off
of girls was not going to work.
Manish came back to the city for a couple of days, and
he suggested I go to stay with him at the plantation.
Some of my other visiting relatives had gone to other
parts of India and things were starting to get a bit
boring, so it seemed like a good idea. I figured I'd be
bored as hell out in the middle of nowhere, but it
would be something different, so I went.
The coffee plantation was about 200 miles from the
city. It took us almost 8 hours to reach it, and
halfway through the trip, I was wishing I'd stayed put.
The roads were awful, with ox-drawn carts and
pedestrians and animals slowing traffic. Not to mention
the quality and small size of the roads. I was grateful
when we got to the plantation, though looking around at
the crops, the few homes which dotted the land, and the
huge mansion we had sitting on a hill, I started to
think I'd come all the way out here for nothing.
Manish spent the next few days showing me around the
house and the plantation. The house was incredible. It
was huge, with big, airy rooms, and lush decoration.
Though not extremely modern, everything was top quality
and in great condition. It had a charm that only older
homes can have, and I warmed to the place.
The plantation itself was immense, acres of coffee
plants covering the surrounding land. Down one hill was
a small village where most of the plantation workers
lived. We strolled through here, and I had to admit, I
felt strange. We were noticeably bigger and of
different stock than the people here. They were small,
their bone structure being slim from their meager
diets. And they were dark. Very dark.
I myself am on the darker side, and I know many dark
Indians myself, but most of the Indians I was used to
were wealthy in India, or raised in the US. Our
darkness is different, it's hereditary. These people
had a different darkness, one that not only came from
genes, but from spending all their hours toiling in the
sun. Their skin had a different quality to it, tougher,
yet with a beauty no soft, rich person can have. Even
though I knew about all this intellectually, it was
quite another thing to see it in the flesh again after
so long.
In the village, children ran around naked. The women
and young girls were dressed in saris, and even though
of low quality, they all had a vibrancy and color to
their clothing that we in the West don't have.
Naturally I noticed some of the girls. Though of a
different stock than us, they were still attractive,
many with sharp, clean features and smiles that you saw
in their eyes. They all stared when I came through,
though I figured it was out of novelty rather than
attraction.
Manish seemed to know all the villagers well, as he was
their employer, and they all addressed him with
deference. Manish even introduced me to the more
important men in the village, though we could say
little to each other. We simply said "Namaskar" but all
the men seemed to have a sort of deference to me as
well. It actually made me a little embarrassed, that
men three times or more my age would be acting as if I
were someone special.
That night, we had a delicious dinner cooked by the
servants. Since there wasn't anybody else here except
Manish and myself, the servants did all the work. I
noticed a couple of girls from the village among the
servants. They were cute, but young. A few were boys.
Then I noticed one woman who I wasn't sure was or
wasn't a servant.
She was taller and thicker than the other females, and
a bit older. And she had a look about her that didn't
fit. For one thing she wasn't as dark as the others,
even being a bit lighter than me, though she was still
very brown. But her skin had a different quality to it
than that of the other servants. It wasn't as
"sunbaked". In fact, she looked almost middle class,
except for her sari, and the work she was doing. She
was extremely cute, with a small, Meg Ryan type nose,
big, Indian eyes, and a round face.
"Who's that," I asked Manish.
He looked over his shoulder at her, then smiled.
"That's Radhika.
One of the servants."
"She doesn't look like a servant. At least, not as much
as the others."
"She is, though her story is different. She's the child
of a plantation owner and a servant girl. The next
plantation over, in fact. The plantation owner couldn't
claim her as his own, of course, but he felt he
couldn't let a child of his be raised without money or
a father, so he moved the servant girl and the baby,
Radhika, into his home as full-time servants. She was
raised well, and never had to do any of the
backbreaking work of the field workers. Plus she lived
in the plantation house, and ate well. That's why she
looks so different."
"So she wasn't really treated like a servant."
"Well, she was really. I mean, she wasn't sent to
school, and she helped with the cooking and cleaning.
And she spent a lot of time taking care of the owner's
legitimate children."
"Her half-siblings."
"Yes. After the owner died his wife didn't want Radhika
in the house, so she cast her out. But we knew her -
she had watched over us when we were young, and had
spent time at our house when we were short on help -
and Appa felt bad for her, so we took her in. She's
lived with us ever since."
"She took care of you? How old is she?"
"Not exactly sure, but probably around 27. Three years
older than me. Maybe four."
I nodded, then went back to eating.
"Why?" Manish asked suddenly.
"Oh, I was just wondering."
He smiled, with a little mischief in his eyes. "Have
you taken a liking to her," he asked.
"No, of course not. I mean, she is really cute..."
"I could arrange something," Manish said, letting the
sentence trail with possibilities.
I was shocked at the thought. That seemed so wrong,
taking advantage of a woman like that. But in fact, I
was more shocked that it was even possible. I guess I
should have expected things like that to go on, but
Indian kids raised in the US are taught that Indian
people do no wrong, and this activity came as a
surprise to me. "No, that's okay," I said.
"Suit yourself," Manish said. "But she's a great lay."
My jaw dropped open. "Well, you think I can have a girl
like that in the house and not want her? Especially
being out here, kilometers from anybody. Besides, it's
not as if she isn't willing. Sudip had her first, in
fact, when he was helping my father out here. He's the
one who introduced me to her charms. And she has many,
I'll tell you that now, Vishal. Many charms. Apparently
whatever it was her mother had was passed down to her."
Just then Radhika entered the room, a young girl in
tow. They were heading for the kitchen. "Radhika,"
Manish called. "Come here." He called her in Kannada of
course, not English.
She came to the table, stopping a few feet from it, and
stood smiling at him. Then she turned to me, and her
smile seemed to get even brighter. "Radhika, this is
Vishal, my cousin from the America."
"Namskara," she said, hands clasped in front of her.
"Namskara," I said. "It's nice to meet you," I added,
in broken Kannada.
Both she and Manish laughed at my statement. Radhika
seemed friendly, but shy. "You can go," Manish told
her, and she turned towards the kitchen. But before she
did she shot me another smile, a very friendly one.
Manish shot me another mischievous look, then turned
the conversation to other matters. I was glad to get
the topic off of Radhika, but she stayed in my mind the
rest of the night. In bed, I got hard thinking about
her, and found myself reaching for my cock. I jerked
off with the beautiful servant in my mind, imagining
fucking her. I came in no time, and fell into a deep
sleep.
I woke to the sound of dogs barking. In India, there is
always noise and movement, even out in the country.
It's not bad though; it adds to the charm of the
country. You never feel alone, like in the US. There
are always friendly people around, and everyone seems
to smile at you.
I knew it was late when I awoke. The sun had climbed
high, and I could here the sounds of the servants
cleaning around the house. I got up and went to a small
sink in the hallway, where we brushed our teeth. Manish
was awake, bathed and had already gone out to supervise
some of the workers. He had come back to make a call to
his father in Bangalore.
"So, you're finally up! Do all you Americans sleep so
late? Haha, just kidding. Have you had your bath yet?"
"No, just about to. Where is the bathing room."
"Just one second," Manish said. "I have to call Appa.
I'll send a servant to show you the room and how to
operate the water heater."
I went back to my room and waited, but no servant came.
I grew restless of waiting, so I poked around the house
until I found the bathing room. I grabbed my clothes
and went in. The house was old, and the bathroom was
pretty traditional, though it had some modernity added
to it. The room consisted of two sections: the first, a
tiled area with a small bench where you could put your
clothes. Shelves were on the wall above the bench,
holding towels.
The second, larger part of the room was a semi rough
floor with a drain in the middle. Against one wall of
it was a hot water heater, a big, steel contraption
that looked brand new. There was a small hand bucket
next to it. The way to bathe was to heat the water,
then grab water out of the heater with the hand bucket,
and pour it over yourself. A wall separated the two
sections of the room, with a way to walk through at one
corner, and on the wall sat some soap and shampoo.
Even though it had been a while since I last bathed
this way, I remembered the general specifics of
bathing. So I stripped and went over to the heater. It
felt weird, being naked in the room like that. Back
home, we get into a tub with a curtain right around us.
Here we are sort of out in the open, even though we are
in a room by ourselves. Plus there were windows in the
room, near the ceiling. No one could look in at that
height, but with the air blowing in and the sounds of
people not too far way, it didn't feel totally private.
But at the same time, it felt liberating. I liked
strutting around the room stark naked, even if by
myself. The heater was turned off, I realized. I
switched it to "on", and I knew I had some time to wait
before it heated up. I went over to the bench and sat
down.
As I sat there I looked over at the door and realized
it was unlocked. I was just about to get up and lock it
when the door opened and someone came in: Radhika. She
stepped in and didn't see me at first, but when she saw
me her eyes got wide, and she seemed surprised. But she
didn't look away, and quickly casting a glance over her
shoulder, she stepped fully into the room and closed
the door behind her.
I sat there, totally naked, in shock. No female had
ever seen me naked since I was 11 or so. I froze, and
Radhika just looked at me with her arms crossed in
front of her. She looked me up and down, and straight
at my cock. It had shrunk to an extremely small size,
and the head just peaked out from the bush of my pubic
hair. Radhika surveyed me with little emotion, then
went over to the water heater, took the top off, and
dipped her hand into the water. "Come, it's warm," she
said to me in Kannada.
I didn't move at first, but she beckoned me with her
hand. "Come." Slowly I stood up and made my way to her,
completely aware of my nakedness.
When I got close she reached out and gently grabbed my
arm, then pulled me to standing in front of her. It was
only then that I realized how tall she was. I'm not
tall, just 5'7", and she was eye-level with me. While
5'7" might be normal for a woman in the US, in India,
especially for a servant, it is extremely tall.
Radhika dipped the bucket into the water and poured a
little over my shoulder. "Is it warm enough," she
asked. It was. The water ran down my shoulder, over my
chest, down my waist and hip and thigh and shin to my
feet. She poured the rest of the bucket over me, then
got more. She slowly and gently wet my entire body. I
stood there, just watching her. She was so beautiful. I
hadn't been this close to her before, and I got a good
look at her now.
Her skin was smooth and mostly clear. Her eyes were big
and wide, her nose so perfect. Her hair was long and
thick, braided behind her. Even though she wore a sari,
I could see she had a shapely figure. It wasn't some
perfect, American body, but she had the right curves
and proportions. Her breasts were small, I could see
that, but it didn't matter at all.
She rotated me in place so that my back was to her and
continued to wet me. Then she poured water over my
head. "This way," she said, turning me around to face
her. Radhika put shampoo in my hair, and began to
lather me up. She did it very well, massaging my scalp
at the same time. "Close your eyes," she told me, then
began to pour the water over my head, rinsing my hair
out. It was incredible, standing there with my eyes
closed, the hot water pouring over me, with this
beautiful woman attending to me.
Then I felt something. It was my penis, and I swear...
her hand. I started to open my eyes, but as if by
coincidence the water flow increased, and I had to
close them. The hand (at least, that's what I though it
was) was gone immediately, and then I opened my eyes.
Radhika's expression indicated nothing. But my cock had
been touched, and now it was coming alive. I'd been too
stunned up to this point to become aroused. But now my
cock started to fatten.
Radhika grabbed the soap and started to lather my body.
This was the first real, continued physical contact
between her and me. Her hand, with the small soap bar
in it, roamed over my shoulders and chest. She had nice
hands, soft and brown. Her nails were neatly clipped to
the ends of her fingertips.
Radhika had me lift my arms and she soaped up my under
arms, then she turned me around and lathered my back.
Abruptly her hand slipped to my ass cheeks, and then
into my ass crack. She seemed to find this place to be
very important, and her hand slid up and down my crack
quickly. This excited me even more, and my cock began
to grow.
Radhika had me turn around then. I almost didn't want
to, as I was ashamed of her seeing my erection, but she
didn't seem to notice. Her hand came down to my crotch,
all the way to my pubic hair, but she managed to not
touch my dick. I was at full mast now, around 5 inches.
I don't have a big dick. It's not long, and it's not
fat. But I've never considered it small, even though
I'm sure others might. It was straining with pressure
now, and from what I could tell, it was as big as it
could get.
To my surprise, Radhika then knelt down and began
scrubbing my legs, and then my feet. I balanced on one
foot as she raised the other foot and scrubbed them,
even between my toes. Then she did the other foot. She
was very thorough with my whole body, but never rough.
As she knelt, I was acutely aware of my hard cock being
less than a foot from her face.
I'm sure she was more than aware too. After washing my
feet, her hand came up and lathered my balls. This
surprised me, and I almost gasped. I had expected her
to avoid this part of my body. My cock became ultra-
stiff, and strained for attention. Radhika stood up,
still methodically washing me as if it was a standard
routine, almost like I was an animal, or a child.
Then she reached out to soap up my hard cock. As soon
as she touched my prick I came.
"Ah," I gasped, and cum spurted out of the tip. She
held my cock by the underside as I erupted, semen
shooting onto her forearm, and then onto her wrist and
eventually dribbling onto her hand. I was so
embarrassed. She didn't say anything, or even look me
in the eyes. She patiently waited until the semen
stopped flowing from my cock, then gave it a soft pull
and squeeze to get the rest out.
Then she casually washed my shrinking cock. She was
gentle with it, as if she knew it was extra-sensitive.
Then she cleaned her arm up. Radhika looked up at me
for a moment, and when she did I saw an amused smile on
her face. It quickly disappeared, but I'm sure I saw
it. My embarrassment worsened.
Radhika fetched a towel from a shelf and dried me off.
She started with my hair, and then patted the water off
my body. She gently dried my cock and balls, and made
an obvious but not uncomfortable attempt to dry the
area between my balls and ass, bending and reaching
down under me. She dried my legs too, then wrapped the
towel around my waist.
"All done," she said. She looked into my eyes and
smiled in a slightly mischievous way. "Do you need
anything else, done," she asked.
I didn't know what to say. "Ah, no," I managed to
stammer.
"If you need anything else call for me." And then she
turned and left.
I stood there until I was sure she was gone, then
hurried to my room. I quickly locked the door inside,
then sat down on my bed, which had been made by one of
the servants while I had been bathing. I couldn't
believe what had just happened. I'd cum all over the
place. And just from a slight touch. But, oh, it had
felt soooo good. It was the first time a girl had ever
seen or touched me down there. Even though I was still
embarrassed, I didn't feel as bad when I thought about
it. It was only normal.
I dressed and went outside. I managed to ask one of the
servants where Manish was, and he told me Manish had
gone to the "office", which was down the hill. I went
down there and found Manish having coffee and
discussing the plantations operations with one of the
workers. He was from the city, a college-educated man,
who helped make big business decisions. We drank coffee
and talked. After a while I grew bored and went
outside.
A bunch of worker girls were coming back from the
fields. They were young; around 15 or 16. Two of them
were very cute, and I couldn't help but look at them.
My groin responded, and I felt the ache from my orgasm
earlier in the day. I thought about Radhika, and got
more excited.
At dinner that night, I brought up the subject of
Radhika.
"So, you've reconsidered my offer," Manish asked with a
naughty smile.
I didn't say anything, but smiled back.
After dinner I went back to my room and changed into my
evening clothes. I was excited, and I lay on my bed. In
fact I lay there for quite a while. Time passed.
Perhaps Radhika wasn't coming. Then I thought of my
orgasm from the afternoon. Maybe she had lost respect
for me. I had come with barely a touch. After all, if I
came that quickly, how long could I last if I was
actually inside of her? I looked at the clock. 11:30. I
realized she wasn't coming tonight. Disappointed, I
pulled the sheets over me went to sleep.
I'm not sure how long I was asleep, but I woke up in
the middle of the night. It was dark and quiet. A warm
breeze was coming in from the window. It was cool, but
not chilly. The house was completely quiet. Then I
sensed something, and I realized why I had awoken. My
door was slightly ajar. Thinking I hadn't closed it
properly and the wind had blown it open, I started to
sit up when I realized someone else was in the room. I
didn't move, but the other person closed the door. I
heard the 'click' of the lock.
And then Radhika was sitting next to me on the bed. I
could see her in the dim light offered by the moon. She
looked hauntingly beautiful in the darkness. She was
smiling; a confident, naughty smile. Without saying
anything she pulled me to her, and our lips met. I was
in heaven. It was my first open-mouthed kiss, and I
knew I was awkward at it. But she didn't seem to mind.
She coated my lips with her saliva, her tongue spinning
in and around my mouth. She moaned as she kissed me.
Radhika began to undress, and I moved to help her.
First came her sari, which she skillfully unwrapped in
seconds. Then came her undergarments. I reached behind
her and tried the clasp of her top. It wasn't like a
bra (which I didn't know how to do either), so I
fumbled for a while before I felt it pop free. As soon
as I had it off her my hands flew to her chest.
Like I said before, her tits weren't big, but they were
nice, small, full A's with what felt like fat, pointy
nipples. But before I could get a good feel she gently
pulled my hands away. She stood up, and I reached for
her bottom. I pulled her underpants down, and as soon
as I did I got the strong smell of her vagina.
Radhika's smell was powerful, and instantly filled the
room.
Radhika bent over and started kissing me again. As she
did, she pulled the sheets off me, and ran her hands
over my chest and stomach. I sleep in just my
underwear, so she didn't have much to remove.
She ran her hands over my shoulders and chest and
stomach, then grabbed the edge of my underwear. I
helped her take it off me, and then I was naked again,
my cock ultra-hard and waving in the night air. The
sheets fell to the floor as she pushed me onto the bed
and lay on top of me. I ran my hands all over her
smooth, soft body. Oh, she felt so wonderful. This was
my first time, and it was like nothing else.
My lust wiped out any nervousness, and I was reaching
for every part of her, her arms and shoulders, her
back, her ass, her thighs and hamstrings. She wasn't a
skinny girl, so my hands had a lot to feast on. I
kissed her passionately as well, but most of the
kissing was being done by Radhika.
She peppered my whole face with kisses, then ran her
tongue all over it. I pulled her closer to me, letting
the feeling of her soft body against mine excite me
even more. My stiff prick was pressed between us, and I
thought I was going to cum again.
"Radhika, oh, you are so beautiful," I said in English.
I knew she couldn't understand anything except her
name, but I think she got the gist of what I was
saying.
She kissed her way down my neck, then across my chest.
She stopped at a nipple, which she clenched between her
teeth and tugged gently. I gasped. It felt so good! I
hadn't even realized a guy could feel pleasure there.
Then she kissed her way down my stomach. Kisses turned
to tonguing, and soon her tongue was in my belly
button.
I tried not to squirm, but it felt both good and
ticklish at the same time. And then she was kissing my
cock. It was a wonder I didn't cum right then, but I
managed to hold out as Radhika planted soft, wet pecks
on my pecker. I was moaning quietly, and I couldn't
believe this was happening. Then there was a moment
when the kisses stopped and Radhika rolled over onto
the bed next to me, and then I felt the warm wetness of
her mouth envelope me. It was beyond incredible.
I strained to keep from blowing my load as Radhika took
my manhood into her mouth. It was so warm! The pleasure
was more than I could have expected. Jerking off would
never be the same again, I realized, as Radhika started
to bob her head up and down slowly. She didn't thrust
like in pornos. She was slow and soft, her tongue
dashing out and licking my cock where it could. She
moaned as well, and I knew, really knew, that she liked
what she was doing, that it wasn't just because she was
told to be hear that she was doing this.
It wasn't long before I came. My excitement and
inexperience, coupled with her skills, were more than
enough to bring me to the edge half a dozen times in a
minute. I erupted into her mouth with another big load,
my cock jumping with every spurt. Radhika's mouth never
opened, and she swallowed every drop while still
pleasuring me.
Radhika then slid up my body, laying next to me. I
turned to face her. She was smiling seductively. She
put her arm over my side and squeezed my skinny ass.
"Now it's your turn," she said in Kannada. My eyebrows
went up. I hadn't even thought of that! My first chance
to eat pussy.
I wasn't very graceful, but tried to imitate what she
had done, and kissed my way down her stomach. Her smell
got stronger the farther I went, and when she spread
her legs and I got between them, the smell almost
overwhelmed me. It was so strong, but clearly not bad.
Hers was the smell of raw sexuality.
Radhika had a very hairy bush. Village girls don't trim
down there, so her muff was thick. My fingers dove into
the darkness, and I happily found pussy lips. They
weren't as soft as I thought pussy lips were, but as I
slipped a finger inside, I found out pussy was wetter
than I'd imagined. How warm and moist it was!
Radhika moaned as my fingers played with her cunt, and
I marveled at the fact that I was doing this. I
searched for her clit, but in the darkness and with all
that pubic hair, I couldn't find it. I thought maybe my
tongue would do better, so I leaned forward with my
mouth. I had to really position myself right to be able
to get my tongue into her cunt. I had to lay down, with
legs dangling off the bed. I pulled her closer, my
hands going around her waist and pulling her in by the
thighs.
My tongue explored her pussy lips, and then it slid
between them, finding her wetness. I was surprised to
find it tangy, a sharp taste which struck the tip of my
tongue. I wiggled my tongue back and forth, then up and
down, and Radhika's moaning became louder. Figuring she
liked this, I continued to do it, and I turned out to
be right.
Radhika responded in kind, pushing her cunt towards me
while moaning loudly. I redoubled my efforts, then
brought a hand around to try and find her clit. My
index finger blindly searched about near the top of her
pussy lips. Suddenly I found something, almost like a
small flap of skin, and when I touched it, Radhika
gasped and her hips went up into the air. Her clit! I
started to rub her clit and lick more furiously.
Radhika moaned and pushed her hips towards me. She got
hotter and hotter, finally wrapping her legs around my
head, then bucking her hips high up into the air and
almost pulling my head off my neck in the process! What
happened must have been an orgasm, because her body
shuddered, and she let out sounds from her mouth that
came from deep within her. When it was over her legs
fell to the side, and I withdrew myself. It wasn't
until the next day that I realized what I'd done: given
a woman an orgasm on my first try!
Radhika pulled me up to her and gave me a long kiss.
Then she rolled me over onto my back and straddled my
waist. My cock had become rock hard again, and the head
was nestled gently at the convergence point of the
small of her back and her soft ass cheeks. Radhika's
weight pressed down on me, and I loved it. Her hair had
come undone, and now was wildly framing her lovely
face, which had a big, playful smile on it. She
laughed, then squeezed her tits together while looking
me in the eye.
It was then that I realized I hadn't gotten a good
chance to play with her tits. She'd pushed my hands
away when I'd first gone for them. Now I reached up and
grabbed them. Radhika offered them to, passing them to
my eager palms. They were so soft and full. Even though
small, they were round and smooth, with big, dark brown
nipples. I massaged them in my hands, squeezed them.
Radhika then raised herself up. Reaching underneath
her, she grasped my cock, and guided it towards her wet
and waiting cunt. I didn't even realize it was
happening until I started to slide into her. Her moist,
warm pussy sucked me in, and Radhika sank down onto my
pole with a sigh. I felt myself sliding into her, felt
her warmness, and her tightness.
It felt heavenly.
I continued to play with her tits as Radhika started to
ride my shaft. I couldn't believe this was happening to
me. Finally! I was having sex! Radhika moaned softly as
she rode me. She let her head hang back, muttering
quiet words in Kannada. I moaned as well, letting her
know how good it felt. She slid up and down, up and
down, pleasuring both of us.
After a while, my hands dropped to her waist. Holding
her that way, I was better balanced to thrust up into
her. Soon we fell into a rhythm, with me thrusting up
as she sank down. This got us both off big time, and we
both groaned hard. We were panting away now, fucking
each other with force. The gentle up and down motion
was gone.
The wooden bed frame rocked as we bumped nasties. Her
pubic bone came down to meet mine, and even though it
hurt, the pleasure my cock was feeling more than erased
the pain in my pubic bone. Radhika put her hands on my
chest to balance herself as she humped me, now looking
down at me. She wasn't smiling any more. Instead, there
was pure lust in her eyes as she bounced off my pelvis.
I continued to thrust up at her, feeling and hearing
the slap-slap of our bodies against each other. The
smell of pussy was strong in the room, and it added to
our love-making.
Radhika started to moan louder, her head waving back
and forth. With her hands on my chest, her body
balanced forward, she arched her back and moaned
loudly. Her body shook like it had before, her orgasm
taking her. I knew mine was not far behind. Our dual
pumping/thrusting continued even through her orgasm,
and the feeling of my cock going in and out of her so
smoothly and quickly was making my cock go wild.
My dick seemed like it was bigger than it had ever
been. I could feel it swelling to new proportions.
Suddenly it became too much, and I gasped as my orgasm
came. My hips jumped off the bed and my back arched as
hers had. My toes curled, and then I was shooting my
semen into a woman's vagina for the first time. I came
long and hard, this being the best orgasm I'd had of
the three this day. My load wasn't as big as before,
but the orgasm was incredible.
Both of our orgasms subsided at the same time, and we
collapsed onto the bed together, her body on mine. She
stroked and kissed me. Rolling over, she looked into my
face and told me in Kannada that I was very good
looking. I told her she was beautiful, and that I'd
never met anyone like her before. She laughed at that,
then we both fell asleep.
When I woke up she was gone. The light of first morning
was coming in through the window. But I looked forward
to the coming day. I knew this was going to be an
unforgettable summer. It turned out I couldn't have
been more right.
End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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