Chapter 1: My back story
It’s 2009, and I’m fresh out of Engineering College. I’ve just landed a job that doesn’t pay me much, but I have my peace of mind. All my friends have had their share of sex experiences in college. But mine was just missed by a bit, and I’m dying to have one soon.
But now I think my wait is over as I’ve met this girl online, where we found a match for our sexual fantasies. Heart popping out and beating drums as I get ready to go to Shipra’s.
Social media was barely a thing back then. Chatrooms, forums, and messengers are how you would find people apart from the usual in-person meetups.
I met Shipra on a forum for sexual fantasies, her username ‘cdh.shipra_s’ lighting up a thread about dry humping. Now, she’s called me over for a “hump date,” and I’m half-hard just thinking about it.
Flashback to few months back in college: my ex-Vandita and I got up close at college prom dance, grinding in dim lights, it was a close couple dance we were having, vibing to the song ‘kahin toh, hogi wo’ (somewhere, she’ll be there!), my dick pressed against her dress.
She kissed me in the dark. It was a quick yet subtly warm kiss. I got aroused and started grinding my dick against Vandita while dancing. For a minute or two, she didn’t mind. But after a while, she pulled away, irritated due to my humping.
Probably she didn’t like it or felt awkward, I don’t know. And we didn’t even discuss about it after that incident, which we should have.
Months later, at her place, we had planned to take our relationship to the next level. Desperate to get physical, we tore each other’s clothes. I unhooked her bra, pinned her to the wall. While passionately kissing each other, tongues fighting inside, drool coming out, we were deep into the act!
But then, I started humping her hard. She immediately pushed me back, yelling, “Bastard! You’re a fucking chronic humper! Get out!”
I begged, “Vendy, I can’t help it when I’m this horny!” She didn’t care and dumped me. Weirdest breakup ever! That fetish made my first love drift away. But I stayed hopeful, feeling one day, one fucking day, I would definitely find someone with a similar interest.
On the forum, I found a dry-humping community with even sex fests where you’d grind with paired-up strangers. Interesting!
I found a page where Shipra’s thread screamed, “Dry humpers, ensemble! A/S/L (age, sex, location), go!”
I replied, and she DM me almost instantaneously: “Holy shit, you’re a stone’s throw away from me! How come we never met?”
And that’s how our journey began! Soon, we’re sexting and having phone sex. Her voice purring on late-night calls, “I’m sick of humping pillows or scissoring my girl roommate. I need your hard cock to grind raw. You can feel my pussy gyrating with grace over it.”
We had this conversation over text messages once –
Pratty: Shipra, still thinking about those sex fests you mentioned… spill more!
Shipra: Oh, you want to know? The first one was insane. Got paired with this beast athlete. Started grinding him slow, feeling his cock swell under me, my pussy clutched against it, getting all warm. Got so wet, we were slipping. Sweat everywhere, his hands grabbing my ass hard.
Pratty: Damn, that’s hot. What happened next?
Shipra: Humped till I was shivering, we were totally hooked! Then I sucked him deep. His D was clean but salty, thick black, fucking raw! First dick I ever tasted, left my jaw in cramps, my eyes red and teary! But it was totally worth it! Wanna have that experience with you, Pratty, till you’re begging for more!
Pratty: Shit, I’m hard just reading this. What about the other one?
Shipra: Ahh! he was a total dud. Guy seemed okay, but up close? He stank, sour… like week-old sweat! His crotch was worse, dick hidden in a thick forest of pubes! It was all dirty and gave me a nausea! Gagged and ditched him. No cock that night, just a craving that’s killing me now. I never had any in-person meetups after that situation. You going to fix that, Pratty?
Pratty: Fuck, that’s rough. Hell yeah, I’m ready. Want to feel you glide all over me, slow and sensual. Bet I’d make you cum harder than that first guy!
Shipra: But… umm… big talk. Want to hump you till we’re soaked 😉 deal?
And I agreed!
I’m still figuring out what Shipra wants with me. We haven’t met in person yet. She’s all about that raw, sweaty humping till we’re both drenched, slow and dirty. She’s been sexting me nonstop. But she’s not looking to lock me down in a relationship, no girlfriend-boyfriend stuff though.
It’s physical, free, just us chasing that ‘high’ together. She’s cool with flirty chats, late-night calls, and keeping things easy, caring, but not heavy. I hope maybe we’ll get deeper someday, but right now, it’s all about the heat, no strings attached!
Now, I’m at her door, nervous, cock twitching. What’s waiting? I knock, ready to find out!
Chapter 2: We finally meet at her place!
My heart’s jackhammering as I stand at Shipra’s door, clutching a box of dark chocolates laced with aphrodisiacs and a pathetic roll of flowers, that’s barely a bouquet. I ring the bell, palms sweaty, cock twitching despite the nervousness.
The door cracks open, and there she is… Barely half her face out of the door.
“Hi, uh-Shipra. I-I’m Pratty,” I stammer. She leans forward, flings the door open, grabs my hand, pulls me inside, and then closes the door. Her arms held me tight in a warm embrace as I felt her tits pressing against my chest.
“Fuck, I’ve been dying for you to meet me,” she purrs, her floral scent hitting me like a drug, mixed with citrusy room freshener that lit the air in the room.
She’s in a light turquoise colour spaghetti crop top, so thin her round boobs strain against it, nipples poking hard like they’re begging to be sucked. My dick should be throbbing, but nervousness kept me soft. Her yellow shorts hug her hips.
Wavy hair spilling over dusky skin, a black mole by her lip and under her eye. Her cashew-shaped chin and crooked teeth seemed cute when she smiled.
Unwaxed arms, legs, and a peek of armpit hair, fuck, it’s raw! A hint of her belly’s exposed, a short trail of hair below her navel. It was quite a few seconds before I was staring at that goddess! I slide the flowers to her to kill the awkward silence. She sniffs them, smiling at me.
“Sweet move, Pratty.” Her eyes hit the chocolates, and she grins wider. Probably she got an idea that these aren’t ordinary chocolates.
“Oh, these’ll have us fucking wild, won’t they?” She drags me to a square dining table.
Grabbing tall glasses from the shelf nearby, she asks, “You drink?”
“No-no,” I replied.
She poured a blue mocktail, added soda and ice and offered it to me. “To our first fuck-fest,” she made a toast, winking! We clicked the glasses. Mid-sip, she scans her eyes over my jeans and shirt. “Buddy, what are you wearing? You should’ve worn shorts. I’m going to take it off later anyway!” she giggled.
I see her nipple-poking crop top screaming fuck-me!
“Your username, cdh.shipra_s.. what does it mean? Guess it’s some punk social media shit, like cool dark hunter, crystal dungeon healer?” I asked her out of curiosity. Such user names were trending back then!
She laughs, brushing my arm, her tits jiggling. “No! Wrong. Guess again.”
I lean more towards her, the musky scent making me lose track as I take a couple of seconds to compose myself again. “Gimme a hint. You’re living here, far from home. What’s your story?”
“I am Shipra Singh, from Mandsaur, MP. The village baddie! In my teens, I’d sneak to our farms with some local boys, out of my parents’ sight! Basically, they were my childhood friends. Kissing, sucking their hard dicks, my tits out.
Once, I took on three guys at the same time. Baba (dad) caught me. It was game over! I was topless, blowing one guy’s cock through his pants, others jerking off. Their cum is flying. It was so intense that the memories are even all nasty and cum-soaked! Lol…
Baba flipped and slapped me hard. Then he beat those boys bloody red and blue. ‘The fuck you’re doing?’ he roared. I looked down and replied that we’re playing house (ghar-ghar).
We burst into laughter. My jaw drops, dick stiffening. “Holy shit, that’s wild”. So, she was into all this from a young age, wow! “Yeah,” she grins, holding me, laughing, her boobs pressing against my arm.
“Baba thrashed me again at home, then watched all my movements like a hawk. My brothers were always around me with tall bamboo sticks like bodyguards. Then I finished junior college class and ran away. Bro helped me run away, but got thrashed by Baba.
I’ve been solo ten plus years, sometimes with a chick roommate who taught me scissoring, humping till my pussy’s soaked. Now I’m working online, saving for a government or army job to show them in their faces.”
“Civil services aspirant, eh?” I tease.
“Something like that,” she purred, touching my thigh.
I guess: “Then, Combined Defence Hottie?
She giggles, hugging tightly. “Cute Dry Humper!”
I responded, “Seriously?!” We laughed hard, and her hands were all over me.
My turn to spill, and Shipra’s eyes are locked on me, her tits practically begging to pop out of that crop top.
“So, I’m Pratyush Kamra, I go by the username PrattyK, and I have always been a boring college kid. Friends call me Pratty or Kammie. There’s not much to boast about my life. I had a girlfriend, Vandita, back in college. Everyone called her Vendy. I thought I’d hit the jackpot with her, we felt inseparable to everyone!
It was prom night, we’re grinding while a close sensual couple dance, lights low, my cock rock-hard against her dress. I’m humping her like a dog, thinking she’s into it.
Vendy froze, then pushed me back, ‘What the fuck, Pratty?’
She stormed off and called me a perv. Months later, she called me to her place, said we’ll have sex. We’re tearing clothes off, I unhook her bra, her breasts coming out free. Her nipples were stiff as bullets! I pin her to the wall, grinding my dick so hard it’s like I’m drilling through her jeans… lol.
Vendy again shoves me, screaming, ‘You’re a goddamn humping freak! Get out!’
She kicked me out, saying I’m cursed with a ‘hump fetish.’ Dumped me right there. It was the most pathetic breakup ever!”
Shipra’s laughing, leaning over me, her boobs bouncing as she grabs my arm. “Oh my god, you’re a walking disaster!” she gasped, tears pouring from laughing.
I’m laughing hard too, and I’m thinking, shit, maybe my curse is why I’m here, ready to eat her pussy till we’re both raw.
My dick is desperately begging for a round with her.
My cock stirs. “What’s the… umm, plan today?” I ask, with a shaky voice. She leaned in, making her lips wet.
“Got the bedroom ice-cold, AC cranked for a sexy-ass vibe. Planned a little ‘engagement activity.’ It’s a surprise, though. Going to have you grinding my pussy till we’re soaked,” she said in a seductive voice.
Next part coming soon! Stay tuned!