Having Sex With Virgin Ananya

Hello everyone, I know it’s been several months since my first series about Shruti aunty. But I’m finally back. The series about Shruti aunty is formally over. I would now like to move on to other experiences, which I’m sure you’d love to hear about my sex with virgin Ananya.

After frequently fucking Shruti aunty during my first year of college, I had a rather dry spell. I was pretty introverted. I didn’t interact with too many girls at college in Delhi during my first year.

If I’m honest, I spent most of my first year at college jacking off to my experiences with Shruti aunty. If you’re not familiar with these stories, I encourage you to read my previous stories for context.

My second year of college began. I bid farewell to my parents as I headed from Mumbai to Delhi. Shruti Aunty had largely become a memory at this point. We did fuck a few times later. But when my second year of college was about to begin, I was largely focused on finally getting in bed with a college girl.

With that being said, I am a pretty shy person and had a pretty tough time going up and speaking to girls. However, that was all soon set to change.

In my second year of college, I made the cut for the football team. I was pretty excited by this prospect as I really enjoyed playing football. And to represent the college team was no small achievement.

My selection in the football team also occurred at a pivotal moment. It was just a few months away from a major tournament at a Delhi University college. I was the starting left-back for the team and quickly got up to speed with the team’s quality standard.

The 3 months after my selection was relentless. I would wake up, go to class, study after class, go to training in the evening, sleep, and repeat. But I was very eager to make a mark at college. My introverted nature had meant that only a few people knew me. This was my time to shine and make a name for myself.

The girls’ football team was also preparing for the tournament at the DU college along with us. While we were mediocre compared to our competition, the girls’ team was exceptional. They had won the tournament three years in a row. They were widely accepted as being the best girls collegiate football team in the city.

Our practice sessions would often overlap. I would pounce at the opportunity to gawk at their perfectly toned bodies in tight sweaty jerseys and extremely short shorts.

During one training session, a particular hottie caught my eye. I hadn’t seen her before so enquired about her to a teammate.  “She’s a fresher. She got selected to the team during the open trials. I think her name is Ananya,” he said.

A little about Ananya: she was a South Bombay girl. She was skinny and toned, with wide hips and curves in just the right places. One could clearly see the curvature of her hips melding into her perfect petite ass. Her body was complemented by perfect boobs that any man (or woman) would die for.

She had frizzy hair, which reached up to her shoulders. To top it all off, she had just turned 18, which made her all the more attractive to me. She just oozed hotness. I was absolutely gripped by her beauty and sex appeal. However, me being me, I couldn’t think of any way to strike up a conversation with her.

Weeks passed, and I spent most training sessions trying to catch a glance of the absolute goddess that was Ananya. I’d largely lost hope of ever speaking to her until my luck changed one day. The boys and girls teams’ coaches decided that it would be helpful to have joint training drills.

Little did I know, Ananya was also a left-back, just like me. This meant that we would have joint drills and exercises with each other (!?). On the first day of the joint sessions, I was too scared to look her in the eye. She was an exquisite player, probably better than me.

Seeing her wear the tight jersey, which accentuated her perfectly rounded teen breasts, was just too much for me. Her long, long legs grasped my fascination for days. Her perfect petite ass made me feel bad about myself. How could someone so perfect exist?

I largely avoided her due to shyness for two weeks of training until a drinks-break one day. She approached me. “Hi, I’m Ananya. What’s your name?” she said, with that innocent fresher tone that they all have. She was covered in sweat, which caused her jersey to stick tight to her slim, petite figure.

I was still for a second. “Hi, Dhruv,” I replied, trying to play it cool. “We play in the same position. We should help each other out – you know, with tips and stuff. You play really well. I’d love to pick your brains about tactics at some point,” she continued.

This was music to my ears. The fresher sex bomb wanted to ‘pick my brains’ about football. The goddess wanted to have a conversation with me? I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. “For a sure, dude, that’d be really nice. It would really help with the tournament. Let’s do that sometimes.”

I replied. “I look forward to it,” she responded, with a wry smile on her face. I played that conversation back in my head for the whole week. This petite, perfect assed, round-breasted, 18-year-old fresher wanted to discuss football with me.

Holy shit. I couldn’t get over it. So many possibilities played through my mind. By this point, I had gone several months without sex and was aching to get my dick wet. Now things were finally happening.

However, all she did was ask for football tips. So I couldn’t be sure whether she was into me or not. That conversation really served as an ice breaker because we started making small talk during joint training sessions.

We slowly warmed up to each other this way. We weren’t friends by any measure but had reached taking terms. Every time we spoke, I couldn’t help but picture her naked in my bed, ready to be devoured by me.

Fast forward a few weeks. We were just a few weeks out from the DU tournament, and practices ran late into the night. One night, practice ran well until midnight. Ananya came up to me at the college gate as I was waiting for my Uber to arrive.

“The PG Aunty is going to screw me for coming back this late. I don’t know what to do,” she said, looking worried. This was my chance to shine. “That’s sad. You could stay at my place for the night and make up a story to her.” I replied.

“Really? That would be perfect,” she said.

“I should tell you that I only have one bed, though. We would have to share it. If you’re okay with that, you can spend the night,” I replied.

“That’s okay with me. I can’t afford to get in trouble with the PG Aunty again,” she responded. “Perfect, the Uber is almost here,” I replied, struggling to contain my excitement.

Ho-lee-shit. Ananya was coming over. To spend the night. In my bed. I don’t think I was able to fully grasp the situation at the moment. Before I knew it, we were in my living room. I excused myself and asked if I could go shower and told her she could go after me.

I exited the shower, and she went in after me. When she exited, my dick just hardened. She was wearing an extremely tight tank top and booty shorts that barely concealed her ass.

“I’m so exhausted. I can’t wait to pass out,” she said as she got in the bed and under the blanket. My hopes somewhat died at this point. But I couldn’t blame her. Training that evening was really rigorous. I turned off the lights.

It’s worth noting that my bed is a single bed. She faced the opposite direction, and I was almost spooning her. I saw her body expand and contract as she breathed in and out. I could see her black bra straps under the strings of her tank top. I wanted this girl so fucking bad.

15 minutes passed, and I thought she was asleep. My heart stopped racing. And conceded that nothing would happen and decided to call it a night. “I can’t fall asleep,” she suddenly said.  “Me neither, I’m so exhausted, no idea why,” I replied. She sort of sulked.

“Want me to make some green tea? It’ll be nice because of how cold it is. Might even put us to bed.” I asked. “Hey, that’d be really nice. I would love some,” she responded. I quickly made two cups, and we sat under our blanket, shoulder to shoulder, making small talk.

We talked about college, professors, football. We are having a nice time, and I really enjoyed talking to her. She had this witty humor about her that I just loved. The conversation soon moved on to love. And sex.

“So, seeing anyone?” she asked me shyly.

“Nah, not right now. How about you?” I asked her.

“Me neither, haven’t been with anyone ever, to be honest,” she responded.

“That’s pretty surprising, I wouldn’t have thought,” I replied. She gave a smiley-confused look. “And what do you mean by that?” she asked.

“Arre, I didn’t mean anything, just that…well, you’re pretty. I would’ve thought you would have had a boyfriend,” I replied, stuttering. “Haha, thanks, yaar. I thought you were trying to call me easy,” she laughed.

“So I take it you aren’t a virgin then?” she continued.

“Hahaha, well, no, you’re right, lost it to someone back home,” I replied, really shy at this point.”

“That’s cool,” she said. “And I’m guessing you’re…”

“Yup, yup, haven’t had sex yet,” she interrupted me. There was a moment of silence before she said something. “Well, we should really sleep now. It’s so late.”

“Yup, we really should,” I replied.

I turned the lights off, and we got under the blanket. This time, however, I could tell she was a lot closer to me than before. And more significantly, he was facing me rather than turned the other side. I could make out the silhouette of her perfect body under the blanket and feel the soft, warm breath from her face.

I wanted to get a little closer, so I acted like I was just adjusting myself. My face was now just inches away from hers. I could smell her. I knew she could feel me close to her too. I moved my face closer. She moved her closer. Our lips were almost touching.

I was just waiting for her to make a move, hoping she would.  Slowly, I felt it. Her lips touched mine. I moved in, and we kissed. It was slow and long. She kissed me again, and I kissed back. I moved my body closer and placed it on the side of her face as we continued kissing.

I was in fucking heaven. Her lifts were so soft. With every kiss, I almost came. We were now breathing really heavily, and our bodies were pressed against each other. We continued kissing, just lips. Slowly, we started using our tongues.

Our tongues brushed against each other with every kiss and seriously heightened the temperature. I slowly moved my hand down from her face, along her shoulder, and placed it on her perfect waist. It was now exposed because her tank top had moved up.

Her skin was so unbelievably soft. She let out soft moans as a lightly squeezed her waist. She then slid her hand under my t-shirt and ran it up and down my torso before taking it off. I did the same. She was now just in her bra and booty shorts. The room was faintly lit by the street lights outside.

She looked breathtaking. Her stomach was toned and flat. Her perfect boobs filled her bra well. I immediately cupped her left boob and began kissing her again. After a few more minutes of intense making out, I slid my hand towards her pussy and lightly rubbed it over her shirts.

She squirmed and let out a soft moan. “Do you want to take this off?” I asked her. She quickly slid her shorts and panties off in one go while I undid her bra. Before taking in the perfection of her body, I slipped off my shorts and boxers as well.

I then looked at her, absolutely heavenly perfection. There she was, sitting naked in my bed. Her boobs glistening in the faint light and a dark silhouette over her pussy, which was covered in short hair. I shit you not. I was about to cum just looking at her.

I reached in again and started kissing her with a lot of tongues. Midway through, I wet my fingers and lightly rubbed her clit in circles, slowly. For those of you who haven’t touched a vagina before. Believe me, it’s a heavenly feeling. She breathed heavily and kissed me harder as I did that.

A few moments later, she broke the kiss and said, “Do you want to do it?”

“Yes- yes, of course. But the only problem is I don’t have condoms,” I replied. She let out a disappointed look. “Well, I could always take a pill in the morning, right? To be on the safe side? If we didn’t use a condom?” she asked.

“Yeah, we could do that. But are you sure you want to do this? Like, lose your virginity to me?” I asked her. She nodded and kissed me again. I slowly moved on top of her. My fully erect dick now rubbing against her slightly hairy mound.

I slowly broke the kiss and wet my fingers thoroughly before applying the saliva to the entrance of her pussy. God, it felt heavenly. I really wanted to get a taste of her pussy too. But tonight was about fucking Ananya. I could have a taste another time.

I positioned myself at her entrance and moved my face beside hers. “If it hurts too much, just tell me, okay, babe?” I said. She nodded and braced herself. I slowly started pushing in. Fuck, it was tight. Like unbelievably tight. It took me a while 2 minutes to get halfway in.

I was kissing her throughout this time, licking her tongue. I didn’t know whether or not her hymen had been broken yet. I slowly kept pushing in until I bottomed out in her vagina. I slowly pulled out and pushed back in again. She squirmed and moaned.

I asked her if I should keep going, and I nodded. Her pussy was slowly becoming wetter with every stroke in and out. It was a heavenly feeling. Here I was, with my dick in an ungodly hot virgin, fucking her in my bed.

Before I knew it, I picked up the pace, and I could tell it became slightly less painful and uncomfortable for her. I was now fucking her proper. Our mouths were connected this whole time, kissing and slobbering over each other.

As I fucked her, I went down to her neck and gave her a hickey – something for her to remember when she woke up the next day. I thrust and thrust, asking her if she was okay in intervals. “Keep going,” was all she said as she moaned.

Because this baby was a virgin, I knew she’d have a tough time trying different positions. So I decided to stick with the missionary. I had been fucking her for about 10 minutes now, and it finally looked like she was in a state of deep pleasure.

Her pussy was wet as fuck. My dick just slid in and out of her tight pleasure hole. Suddenly, she kissed me aggressively and started moaning before wrapping her legs around me tight and squirming.

Her pussy clenched my dick as she came. It was so heavenly. I placed kisses on her cheeks as she cooled down. “Was that nice?” I asked her. “Amazing,” she smiled and replied.

I was over the moon. I was so glad she’d cum and had a nice time. Now, I could focus on getting myself to cum. I started kissing her again and thrusting in and out of her. Much faster this time.

Our thighs slapped against each other with each thrust. Her boobs moved up and down as my dick slid in and out of her soaking wet pussy. For a virgin, this girl knew how to kiss while getting fucked.

Before I knew it, I got extremely close. My instinct told me to pull out, but I remembered our conversation about the pill earlier. I realized I could just release my seed inside her freshly deflowered pussy.

I thrust hard, her pussy gripping my cock with every move. I dug my face in her neck and braces myself before shooting rope after rope after rope of cum into her pussy. I grunted as I came inside her soaked pussy. She moaned heavily and grabbed my hair.

I think I might have cum for a whole minute. I was in heaven. It was heaven. No one should be allowed to feel that good. Seriously. It felt almost criminal. I collapsed on her body and let my dick rest in her.

“Holy fucking, shit,” I said.

“Indeed,” she replied as she stroked my hair.

I then planted one final tongue-filled kiss on her lips before pulling out and getting on my back. I turned on the bedside lamp to get cleaned up when I saw the scene. My cum was slowly dripping out of her pussy. But that wasn’t the crazy part. My dick had stains of her blood on it.

The lips of her pussy were also lightly covered in blood, as was the bedsheet. Wow. Okay. Never experienced this before. Definitely felt weird but also insanely hot.

“Maybe we should get cleaned up?” I asked her jokingly.

“Yes, please,” she laughed and replied.

I gave her some tissues, which she used to wipe her pussy. I wiped my dick too, and we got in the shower. We probably spent about 30 minutes in the shower, just touching every part of each other’s body and kissing endlessly.

Honestly, I was good to go again. But I thought it was enough for one night for a girl who’d just lost her virginity.

Fast forward a few minutes. We made the bed again. And got in. By this point, we were both dead exhausted. She was in her bra and panty, and I was in my boxers. We kissed and kissed and kissed until we passed out. I was in a state of absolute bliss.

Well, that’s that, folks. I hope you enjoyed it. Ananya was my first ever college fuck buddy, and I have loads of stories about her (including trying anal for the first time). If this story about my sex with a college football player is well received, I’ll definitely share more.

Please write to me at [email protected] with feedback. I always love to read your thoughts. Also, for any women interested in sexting, I’m always down for it. You can also reach me at the above email.