Sexcapade of an Indian middle-class guy – Part 1

I am Jay, a typical guy, just like any other Jay in any other Indian city. I’m not handsome, nor do I have a physique to die for. However, I do have a good personality, a great sense of humor, and a fat belly. Weighing around 80 kilograms, no girl ever turned her head to take a second look at me, but no one hated me either. I was always that chat buddy with whom girls would talk for an hour until I’d get a message saying, “Hey, catch you later, some rich, fair, handsome dude is here in his car, and I’m going on a date with him. Wish me luck.” Wish you luck? What for? So that he bangs you gently, or asks for your hand at the end?

Well, there was no real disappointment ever because I never had any expectations. Besides, Pornhub and other sites offered something so good for free that I had my doubts about actual sex and whether it was even worth it. I read a lot – a lot – including everything from fiction to science journals, from sports to politics, from desi sex stories to psychology behind kinks.

As I watched a lot of good-quality porn movies and read top-quality sexual erotica, I was able to keep my image clean in the outside world. How? Once you nut, you get post-nut clarity, which results in decency, allowing you to hit the peak again. How to build this personality? Jerk off three times a day, and no girl will ever feel unsafe around you.

And that’s exactly why, when Maya said hi to me on Instagram and asked for my number, I knew someone was pranking me or trying to scam me. I replied with, “Hi! How can I help you, because it seems I don’t know you personally.” It was obviously a fake account with no display picture, no followers, or following. But assuming Maya was a she and not some he playing around, I decided to continue. After sharing a few pleasantries, she asked for my number, and I gave it to her with pleasure, because I really had nothing to lose. Also, because a major part of my decision-making is controlled by my dick.

So, Maya texted me on WhatsApp, asking me more about myself. I ran her number through Truecaller, where I was able to get her full name, which was Maya Joshi. This chick was pretending to be Maharashtrian, and that name was super common. So, it was impossible to get more info on her directly. Which means I would have to chat with her even further to get to know her, which I was going to do gladly anyway. Our conversation ended with “good to know you” and some smileys. That’s it – nothing else. Who was she? Why did she text me? Why did she take my number? Nothing was answered. And life continued. No contact from her again. I sent her a “hi” once or twice, but there were no read receipts. I had no daring to call her. And eventually, I forgot her.

It was the year-end, and my parents were going for a six-day function at my relatives’ place, which was in Bombay. I have a girlfriend about whom I haven’t mentioned anything because she lives in Pune, and she has a very strict no-sex, no-sex-chats, no-touch policy before marriage. She’s my childhood friend, and I’m not sure why I love her, but I wanted to marry her, and our parents were okay with that. I was more than happy because no parents meant simple things – sharab, kabab, and though no shabab, it meant I was going to jerk off as many times as possible without any worries, watching different porn stars and kinky scenarios.

And on the 28th of December, around 3 o’clock, my phone rang. It was Maya Joshi. Fuck! It was unbelievable! I had completely forgotten about her, and I had never thought that she might be a real girl. I picked up the call and said, “Hello, Maya!” in a tone as sweet and welcoming as possible. And a sweet voice said, “Hello, how are you?” My heart skipped a beat, my blood pressure shot up, and I tried my best to sound calm, saying, “I’m fine, how come you remembered me? Is there anything I can do for you?”

And she asked me if I could join her for coffee at around 7 in the evening in a nearby town. Summing up every bit of courage I had, I said, “What a coincidence, I had a small work in the same town at around 6 o’clock, I’ll finish it and surely join you.” I wanted to make sure I didn’t sound desperate. She giggled, as if she caught my lie, and said, “Okay, see you at 7 then,” and cut the call. She didn’t tell me where we were going, nor the spot where we were supposed to meet.

I rushed to the barber shop, got a haircut, and a fresh shave. Since I work in IT and have a “work-from-home” facility, I have flexibility with time. I got my jeans, T-shirt, and that special Jokey underwear ready. I shaved my underarms and even trimmed my pubic hair. Why? I don’t know, excitement? Hell yeah! I took a bath, used face wash, shampooed my hair, used shower gel to take a bath, and I was ready. Usually, Lux or whichever soap is available at hand does all these tasks, but today was not that day. The feel of relatively new underwear is sweetly pleasing. The soft fabric rubbing my balls made me feel erotic and excited. I even thought of jerking off before going, but I had no time.

I reached the town, which was around 20 kilometers away from my place, at sharp 6:45. I called Maya and asked where to meet, and she asked me to wait opposite a shopping mall in the dead center of the city.

After a few minutes, a chubby girl, or should I say lady, walked towards me. She was fucking gorgeous. I personally like skinny girls with perky tits. Never had a thing for chubby girls, though a large section of society dies for curvy, thick girls. She was fair, had typical rich looks, and was wearing a salwar kameez. She gave me a sweet smile and asked if she could sit behind me on my Access. I was struck by that sight, but I got back to my senses and said, “Sure, where to?”

She said it was late, and “Instead of coffee, could we have dinner instead?” I was ready for anything and everything. So, I asked her where we should go. She suggested a place that was another 20 kilometers away in a different city. It was an upscale fine diner, and I suddenly understood what was going on. So, Maya must be checking out guys online. She may be spying on them, studying them, and inviting them for coffee or dinner.

Since no one rejects such things, she gets to enjoy new delicacies at different upscale places. Okay, not a bad idea. I would have gladly paid for this date anyway. But I still had my questions. She was around 35 for sure, and it was already 7:30. By the time we go, we eat, and we come back, it should be at least 11:30. What was she going to tell her parents, husband, in-laws, or whoever she lives with? As we moved out of the city, she hugged me from behind. I froze, yeah, I froze.

This is a real story; in a real world, you don’t get a raging hard-on when a strange girl hugs you on a first meeting. I couldn’t feel my dick, to be honest. I tried to focus on the road and be as calm as possible, pretending to be the cool guy who is used to all this. Then she came even closer, and I could feel the pressure of those soft boobs pressing on my back. I had no clue how to react. And then she accidentally touched my groin area.

Just a brush of her palm, and suddenly I could feel my blood rushing into my dick like water rushing through the gates of a dam that is overflowing. And I somehow politely yet wittily told her that she was distracting me from riding, and the last thing I want to do is get into an accident before this date is over. She kept hugging me, occasionally playing with my chest, and within a few minutes, even I recovered from that initial shock and started enjoying her touches.

We reached the restaurant and moved up to the family section, taking a table at the corner. She asked for great starters, and she’s a vegetarian, but she said she’d like to enjoy some cocktails. We had a great time together. A few things I learned from our conversation were that her brother was admitted to a hospital, so her mom was in the hospital, which gave her freedom. She’s looking for a husband, she works in a bank at a good position, and her dad has passed away tragically two years ago. A few things I figured out on my own were that she was rich by default, she had daddy issues, she came on a date because she was too stressed and wanted an escape. Why me? No idea.

The waiter presented the bill to me, and before I could pay, she snatched it away from me and said she had invited me, so it’s her responsibility to pay. I was still not sure about what was going on. This girl was not here for free food. It seems like she just wanted company. But why would anyone touch their driver so explicitly? So, while heading back, I asked whether I should drop her near the mall where she had parked her bike, and she said no. She asked me to take her to another town, which was 7 kilometers away from home.

She said she has a flat there and she would spend the night there. I knew that area, and I was thinking, “What is this all about?” There was a police station just 10 minutes away from her flat, and if something happens, I can run there. Well, that was a stupid thought. I couldn’t run for ten minutes straight, and definitely not in a tipsy state. But fuck it, because now, since she was tipsy too, she started kissing my neck, playing with my chest, and all the things that made me more and more horny.

We reached her flat, which was on the first floor of a building. She told me the entire floor was theirs. It was a 3 BHK spacious property, but since no one lived there, it was not in great shape. We headed towards the bedroom. There were plastic coverings on the bed and pillows. I removed them and kept them on the side neatly. She closed the door and started stripping casually, as if I was her husband. And we were back from some wedding or function, and now it’s time to strip, change, and sleep.

Today was a series of impossible-looking things for me. I was expecting something bad to happen, but so far, nothing. She removed her kameez, revealing her supple breasts covered in a simple white bra. They were handful, but a bit shaggy. Then she removed her salwar to reveal a light pink panty. She had a wet patch, and I knew what that means, thanks to countless sex stories I’ve read. She entered the bed, and now it was my turn.

I had nothing to feel shy about because the girl was overweight. She even had light armpit hair, which means this was not planned for sure. No girl would like to reveal herself like this if she was planning to have sex. I removed my clothes, and now I was wearing nothing but Jokey underwear, and yes, I had a semi-erect cock in there. There was no way to hide it. The only question was how or whether you start and what is the first step.

When she came closer to me, I got my hint, and I kissed her. It was my first-ever lip-to-lip kiss. I tried to do my best. Her alcohol and gulab jamun mixed smell and saliva started making me feel hot. I mean, really hot, not literally. You can feel your earlobes becoming hot when something like this happens. I parted our lips and kissed her on her neck, and she started nibbling and biting my ears. I was sure this was not her first time, and now it was my responsibility to ensure I don’t let her know it’s my first time!

Even I tried to give her some bite marks, but I was not sure how strong your bite should be. Slowly, I cupped her breasts while kissing and tried to remove her bra. She removed it herself and revealed her brown nipples with big areolas. I tried to squeeze the nipples with my fingers, and for a few seconds, I went dizzy. I couldn’t understand what happened. She slapped me harder than my dad, and continued kissing me. I was not sure about what was going on. Is this some sort of BDSM thing?

I continued kissing her and pressed her boobs, and she slapped me even harder once again. For a second, I felt like breaking her jaw, and no one had dared to touch me for years. So, I pressed her boobs even harder, and she slapped me again, but with less force, because she was clearly in pain. I stopped playing with her breasts, and she said, “Please be gentle, they’re boobs, not dough.” So, I kissed those nipples. I started nibbling them.

She slapped me three to four times in between, every time I applied more force or nibbled hard. The room was full of her soft moans. Now, it was time to check out the honey pot. So, I crawled further down and removed her panties. She had an unshaved pussy, not too hairy, not too bald. The hair was rather long, which indicated she hadn’t shaved for quite some time. But since she naturally had less hair, it was not bushy as such.

I’ve seen endless videos where studs eat girls, and they go crazy. I’ve even read a lot about it and watched tutorial videos for fun. But now, it was a practical time, and I was not sure what to do. I licked the crack and slowly started smooching around. The smell of sweat, piss, and other love juices mixed together, forming a sticky mixture inside that crack, were driving me crazy. Fuck the hygiene and pathogens; I started licking all of that like a hungry child.

I was expecting her to moan like a pornstar, but no, that’s not how real life works. I could feel her relaxing, her eyes were closed, and she was playing with my hair. I was not sure how this was supposed to work. I was also getting tired; my tongue was in pain, but I kept going. So, while eating her, I decided to play with her nipples, and she moaned. It was less of a moan and more of a “shhhhh” kind of sound. Her eyes were closed, even tighter, and her lips were shut tightly too. This was a clue for me.

I started fondling her nipples while playing with her pussy with my tongue. The double stimulation, when done in a systematic rhythm, gives immense pleasure to any woman. I pinched her nipples in between, expecting a slap, because I was ready for it. But instead, she just let out a painful moan and pleaded not to do that. So, I decided to just play with her boobs for a while and started suckling and nibbling again. I was sucking on her nipple and simultaneously playing with the other one with my thumb and index finger.

I could feel her breathing getting heavy, and she suddenly arched her back and trembled, and she pushed me away. She relaxed and slowly opened her eyes. I was looking at her, grinning, lying beside her. I was more happy than ever. I had given an orgasm to a girl on the first date. Wow, I was proud of myself. She blushed and told me that she has super-sensitive nipples, and she can have an orgasm just by playing with them. I was hard, but not rock hard. The couple of drinks that I had were showing their effect.

Now that her orgasm had subsidized, she turned towards my cock. She took it in her hand and said, “Nice one.” I was shocked; despite her touching and fondling my balls, I was still not rock hard. She asked me if I have a condom. Well, yes, I had one. I had one in my wallet ever since I was 18; I changed my wallet and inserted a new condom every time I changed wallets. So, yes, I had a condom, and I took it out from my wallet. She smiled and said, “You came prepared,” while biting her lower lip. Now, I was in full mood, and I boasted, saying, “Yes, opportunities keep coming, and one should always be prepared.”

My cock was glistening with a supple amount of precum that I had leaked while eating her. She took the condom and armored me for the attack. Then she lay on her back and signaled me to attack. Okay, I knew this part. You insert it slowly first, and once the tip goes in, you give one thrust with all the power you can gather in the world to insert your whole rod deep into her in one go. When you do this, the girl lets out a loud moan and cries, and has tears in her eyes, but you console them, and slowly start thrusting. Well, no, that’s not how things work.

She was not prepared for this. Her body wanted it, but her mind was resisting. She was chubby; she had thick thighs, and I was fat too. My dick was 7 inches long when erect, but she was not ready to spread her legs enough for me to reduce that gap between my cock and her glory hole. I could feel resistance between her thighs when I tried to enter my cock inside her. After a few attempts, I gave up and asked her if she was prepared for this, because I was 110% sure she wasn’t, and was not allowing me to penetrate. She didn’t answer my question. Instead, she asked me to lie down and came on top in a 69 pose.

I could have given my entire savings if someone offered me this. I took a pillow below my head to reach her pussy again. I started my tongue play, and she took my tip in her mouth. This was new, this was different from my hand playing around that shaft. The warm mouth, the flickering tongue, and that saliva mixed with my precum created a damn electrifying sensation in my dick. She started playing with my balls and lightly stroking my cock.

She was extremely good at this for sure, because she knew when to stop and when to continue. I wouldn’t have lasted for 5 minutes, but thanks to those drinks, I was not climaxing. After a while, I started feeling afraid. Will I cum, or will this subsidize, and I will become flaccid without an orgasm? On the other hand, she was impressed. She praised my stamina. She accidentally said, “No one lasted this long so far,” so I’m sure I was not the first or second one. She even said, “Riding this nice cock for this long will be fun, but some other time.”

So, I knew that I won’t be entering her tonight. And then I felt it, that familiar feeling, that feeling I get while watching that white girl being impaled on a big black cock, and her erotic screams feeling my head through my earphones. My orgasm was building; I was about to explode; I really mean explode. I was sure I was going to spurt out each and every drop of cum I had in my body. She was going to drain me dry. My toes curled, just like how her toes curled when I was playing with her nipples.

And she sensed it, even at that moment, my mind came up with three possibilities. She will let it shoot here and there, she might blow me and swallow, or the worst possibility was she will ruin my orgasm. But she let it shoot everywhere. I came; I came hard. I moaned. My breath was heavy. After shooting, I relaxed. I felt like I was floating. Everything went blank. She turned around and hugged me. Kissed me. Both of us were silent. Both of us were tired, and both of us were satisfied. I was still a virgin, but I felt I was still a better virgin than other losers out there.

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