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It was a hot summer night, everyone was fast asleep, and the sound of the cooler drowned out the noises around. I, however, was suffering from a different heat. As a teenager on the verge of being an adult, I was as curious as the other kids might be.
Having grown up in a conservative setup, I had been shielded so far in my life from what was deemed as the immoralities of life. Things changed when I joined college. It was the first whiff of independence to an extent. I was determined to enjoy it to the fullest.
My name is Daksh, and this is a peek into my life of carnal sins. I hadn’t watched porn till I reached college and was shy about talking about girls romantically. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated beauty, but I wasn’t the kind of guy who would be lewd or vulgar towards them.
Slowly, I came across erotic literature, and that’s where my imagination got wings. I’m 5’9, athletic built and with a whitish complexion. So, I lay in my room with an erotic novel, sweating in the heat of the weather and my lust. The fan in the room barely made a difference.
But I was engrossed in the novel, as if I were the main character in the story. The breeze hitting my body had a cooling effect, and the erotic storyline sent a tingling feeling through my body. The characters in the story ravaged each other like animals unbound.
I did not realise when my hands started stroking my dick. I was so lost in the plot that my hand gestures matched the rhythm of the narration. Soon, I felt a huge tension building up within me. I can’t seem to stop stroking my dick. Within a few minutes, I felt a release that I had never experienced.
It was my first masturbation, and I almost blacked out with pleasure. Instantly, I felt sleepy, and I slept exhausted as a log. I tied myself in the morning before anyone could see me in that embarrassing position and readied myself for college. My college days were pretty ordinary.
I was a decent student but had very few friends in college. There was one girl, though, Akriti. She was different from others, and I liked her. As friends first, but as we spent time together, I started developing feelings for her. She had a fair complexion, perky lips, budding breasts and was very pleasant to look at.
She became the reason I would go to college. One day, I wanted to hold her hand. But she told me that her mother was a faculty member in the same college, but in a different department, so it may be risky. I was surprised but understood the perils of PDA in college.
But we were teenagers after all. We would find occasions when the class is empty to hug and hold hands. I hadn’t romantically touched her throughout the first year. From the second year onwards, it was optional attendance for a few subjects.
One day, I got a call from Akriti that tomorrow her mother would be in college and no one would be home, so that we could meet up at her place. I was both scared and aroused by the thought of being alone with her at her house.
The next day, I dressed well, had a good fragrance going and made sure I was at the peak of my hygiene routine. I took my bike and left home for college at my usual time to not arouse suspicion. I waited outside the garden till 11:00, which is usually when her mother leaves for college.
At 11:15, I started from the garden and reached her place by 11:40. I parked my bike a little away from her house and rang her doorbell. My heart was pounding, and adrenaline was high. Akriti wore a pink top and black shorts. She opened the door and looked as nervous as I was.
I quickly went in, and she shut the door behind me. Finally, I was at her place with no one around us. We hugged tightly. I could smell her fragrance from the back of her hair. I crushed her into me, pushing her nipples into my chest and making her feel the heat in my pants.
She went to bring water for me as I sat on her sofa. She came with a glass. I took the glass and drank the water in a flash as if it were the glass of milk that the groom had on his wedding night. I reached out for her and pulled her onto my lap. I was kissing and sucking her lips.
Our bodies entangle with each other as our souls connect. We were kissing so passionately that even though it was our first kiss, we had synchronised tongue movements. We finally broke the kiss after 5 mins, totally out of breath. She held my hand and made me follow her upstairs to her room.
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I was in heaven already. When it’s your first time being intimate with someone, it’s the foreplay or the prelude that gives you the kick. I was enjoying it to the fullest. While following her, I could see her hips sway in the most seductive way.
Akriti dressed up modestly in college, so this was the first time I was seeing her this way. Her black nail polish was accenting her fingers, and I followed her, mesmerised by her beauty, to her room. As we entered, she made me sit on the bed. She turned around to turn on the fan, but I pulled her into me again.
It was like a thirsty traveller had found a well. I could not stop myself from keeping my hands off her. She fell on me, and I got on top of her on the bed and started kissing her neck. She was also sweating with anticipation, and I was loving her bodily musk.
As my hot breath fell on her earlobes, she started moaning. I kissed her all over, and subconsciously, my hand was fondling her breast over her top. The excitement had enlarged her nipple to the size of a resin, and I was playing with it. I took off her top, and she wore a white bra inside.
I turned her around to open it. After struggling for 2-3 minutes, she unbuttoned it herself while giggling at my futile attempts. I kissed and licked her back and caressed her bare back, which made her toes curl with pleasure. I turned her around to face those lovely boobs.
I quickly took one in and started sucking. Now my previous experience of pleasuring a woman was novels and a few Western porn. I thought I would just go with the flow. As I sucked her one nipple, I continued to play with the other. Akriti was moaning heavily now.
This was her first time fooling around, and the stimulation was overwhelming for her. She clutched her legs tightly to try to suppress the tingling feeling in her pussy. I slowly slid my hands into her shorts and felt her panty lining. I lifted it up, and Akriti folded her legs to give me better access.
As my hand reached her valley of love, I could feel that she had a dense pubic area. Her pussy was moist with the juices she was leaking, and the same was my state. My underwear was soaking with precum. I tried inserting my finger in her pussy, but she felt a sharp pain.
Sensing her discomfort, I stuck to caressing her folds from above. I asked her to undress, but she said not today, as her mom might be back anytime now. I looked at the clock and 2 hours had flown by. I desperately needed a release. So I sucked her boobs a little more and kissed her lips to my heart’s content.
Then I excused myself and went to her washroom. I wanted to masturbate with these lingering emotions. I took off my pants and underwear and sat on the western toilet seat with my dick in my hands. I was stroking it while imagining Akriti’s wet pussy.
Suddenly, my eyes went to the back of the washroom door. I saw a cream panty with a net design that is kind of see-through hanging from the hook. I had read in one of the novels how a guy sniffed the girl’s panties to get an arousal. My curiosity got the better of me.
I was behind locked doors, so no one would know. I took the panty and dug my nose into it. I positioned myself where the crotch area would be and imagined smelling Akriti’s panties. The sniff was heavenly. I radiated a musky smell which was beyond any description.
My dick grew tighter, and I started stroking harder with my nose sniffing every corner of her panties. Soon, I had the climax building. I wrapped the panty around my dick, imagining humping Akriti and pumped my foreskin up and down. Soon, I shot a hot load of cum which fell on the floor.
I cleaned up the mess and hurried out. Before coming out, I took another sniff, and it now smelled like a combination of her and my body. Still intoxicated with that feeling, I came out. Akriti was waiting for me outside. We ate some snacks, and it was time for me to go.
I came downstairs and was about to leave, but I turned and kissed her on her lips one last time. I grabbed her ass over her clothes. She smiled and asked me to leave quickly. I wanted to tease her and said, “I saw your pink panties in the washroom. Want to see you wearing just those panties sometime?”
I said with a smirk. She said, “Stupid, that was not mine, it’s my mum’s,” and started laughing. I was shocked, I could not say anything and left her place. Throughout the way back, I was getting flashes of Akriti’s mother in those pink, see-through panties.
This was the incident that was going to change my mind and corrupt it forever.
The next day in college, things were normal. We kept aloof from each other in college to not raise the suspicion that we were dating. We were afraid that if someone got to know, it would reach her mother’s ears. Then it would be curtains for our relationship.
Occasionally, we glanced at each other lovingly and messaged each other while being around. We were happy with our little joys of teenage love. Months passed. One day, I was eating lunch in the cafeteria when Akriti and her mom came there. Akriti saw me and waved at me like a normal classmate.
Akriti’s mom saw me and passed on a greeting smile. I reciprocated, but inside me the image of those see-through panties surfaced again, making me hard. Akriti and her mother sat near me, as there weren’t any other empty tables, since it was lunch hour.
She introduced me to her mother, and I sat quietly. Since the day I came to her house, I have seen her mother as a woman. I glanced at her mother across the table; she was also a little whitish in complexion. She had bob cut hair, well-rounded breasts and ample flesh on her ass.
She was 38-32-36 with expressive eyes. Mrs Anamika was a single mother, but she could still turn heads. She was in her 40s. She asked me generic things about class and my family, etc. All that while my eyes roamed from her magenta painted lips to her heaving breasts.
I glanced at her cleavage when she bent a little to pick up a napkin. Akriti was giving me teasing glances, seeing my nervousness around her mom. I, on the other hand, was trying hard not to get a boner thinking about her mom. I finished my lunch.
I got up to walk away, not before grazing her thighs as I got up. It felt exciting hiding our love from plain sight. A couple of weeks went by, and I was told by my parents that they would be leaving town for a couple of days over the weekend. I was thrilled to hear this.
I wanted to bring Akriti over and continue from where I left things last time. Being apart for weeks makes reuniting all the more exciting. I called her in the evening on Thursday and told her about my parents’ plans. She was also happy, and we planned for her to come over on Saturday.
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