“BB Chick…finally you are here!” I exclaimed, finally happy to see my friend after such a long time.
“Basketball chick” or Ayushi, as she goes by, hugged me tightly.
“Hey, 3-pointer! Long time no see!” she responded with a great smile.
Ayushi and I had met during our office training and had bonded over basketball. We had nicknames for each other – hers was for her passion but lack of skill, mine was for my laziness to go near the basket. While we shared the same circle of friends, we usually hung out only when the group went out.
Ayushi was a Gujarati girl from Mumbai, quite fair-skinned, 5’3 and a bit chubby. Most of her curves were at her belly and ass, although her breasts were a visual treat as well. When we danced, I would grab at those love handles and enjoy her the best I could, while she clung to my 5’11 frame.
I could tell we had some chemistry. But I never got any consent from her, so I did not push the matter. At present, we have all come to Daman for our friend’s wedding. Our friend had arranged a large 3 BHK apartment in which 10 of us were spread out.
The wedding was the next day, and Ayushi had missed out on the Sangeet ceremony. So, everyone was catching up, sharing gossip, news, etc As the night went on, everyone was closing up and heading off to bed. Ayushi and a few stragglers, including Ayushi and me, remained.
“Guys, switch off the light. It’s 1 am, early day tomorrow.”
I switched off the light, and Ayushi and I moved to the balcony, doing idle gossip.
“So why were you late today?” I asked.
“Yaar, long story,” she sighed.
“We got time.”
“Hmm. It was my husband. We fought. I asked him to come, but he said he was busy.”
Right. The husband. Ayushi had gotten married a couple of years ago. I didn’t go to her wedding as I had been tied up with exams. As far as I knew, she married into a business family.
“Well, I am glad you could make it,” I smiled at her.
“Yeah, me too,” she responded in a low voice.
We kept looking into each other’s eyes a bit longer than usual. I licked my lips, which had gone dry.
“They are pressuring for a kid, but I think it is a bit soon.”
I did not know what to say to that, so I just gave her a side hug in response. We stayed in that position till she turned towards me, my hand now at her waist.
“I missed you guys.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
We went into a full hug. It’s 1 am, light alcohol and a soft woman in my arms. All a guy could hope for. I adjusted myself, and Ayushi snuggled in further. Our height difference was making it harder, so I took a risk and placed my hands on her ass to boost her up slightly.
I could smell her hair – it smelled like roses. I inhaled it deeply. Ayushi’s hands started wandering as well. Her Hands were roaming over my back and gripped my waist for hold. I pulled her into me and looked back at her.
“May I?” I asked hesitantly. Ayushi looked up and nodded her consent. That is all I needed. I gripped her ass harder and pulled her up closer. We started kissing, lightly at first. Tasting her soft lips and running my hands over her, I was like a starving guy desperate for a meal.
Ayushi’s fingers tangled in my hair, her grip desperate, as if she feared I might pull away. But I had no intention of stopping. When she parted her lips with a quiet gasp, I caught her tongue between mine, sucking gently, teasing, before diving deeper.
We kept going for a couple of minutes before we broke, gasping for air.
“Fuck, Ayu. Humne pehle kyu nahi kiya?” (Fuck, Ayu. Why did we not do this earlier?)
“Tu bata, saale. Kabhi pucha hi nahi. Chod abhi.” (You tell me, asshole. You never asked me out. Now, fuck me.”)
Hearing that made me even redder with lust. I pushed her against the wall, her arms red due to my grip.
“Aaj raat, tu meri hai chodne ke liye. Poori meri.” (You are mine for tonight. Every fucking inch.)
Without a care that we might be seen or heard in spite of the curtains, I pulled my pants down, my 6-inch black cock already hard since the evening. Ayushi reached down, her soft hands gripping my cock.
“Aah…kitna sakht hai, Vicky. Jab se ayi, tabhi se chodna chahta tha na?” (“Aah…it’s so hard, Vicky. You were eager to fuck me since I came?”)
I didn’t respond, but arched back to enjoy her handjob. Ayushi started stroking me harder.
“Meri shadi shuda chut marna chahta hai na?” (You wanted to fuck my married pussy, didn’t you?)
“Haan, saali,” I grunted. (Yes, bitch)
“Meri gaand bhi marna chahta hoga?” she teased me with an urgency in her voice. (“You want to fuck my ass?”)
If she went on stroking any more, I would probably cum in her hands right there.
Me – “Ab mera turn.” (My turn now!)
Saying this, I pushed her against the wall and got down on my knees. Putting one leg on my shoulder, I removed her panties.
Me – “Main rakh rha hu isko.” (I am keeping this!)
Ayushi – “Kya? Kyu? Itna pyaar hai?” (What? Why? Do you love it that much?)
Me – “Iss raat ki nishani. Isko leke hilayunga next time teri yaad aye toh.” (Token for tonight. I will jerk off to this when I think of you)
Saying that, I rubbed the panties on cock and pocketed them in my pants. I adjusted her leg on my shoulder and exposed her brown pussy. I blew some air on it and gave it a small lick. “Aah,” Ayushi moaned. She gripped my hair and pushed me deeper into her pussy.
She smelled musky down there. And her pussy was clean, with only a small patch of hair on top. Gripping her ass, I lifted her leg and ran my tongue over her pussy. It was already wet with her juices. I started probing her pussy with my tongue, and Ayushi started moaning even louder.
She stifled her moans by putting her hand on her mouth. I kept licking and sucking her pussy, and started to run my fingers over her asshole as well. One hand stopping her moans, and the other in my hair, pushing my face in, she could not do much when I shoved my middle finger in her asshole.
“Mmmpphhhh…” She stifled a loud moan. Enjoying her moans, I started to finger her asshole softly. Her asshole was tightening around my finger, trying to suck it in. Ayushi arched her back, giving me more access to her asshole. I alternated between licking and fingering her.
Doing this for a few more minutes, I had Ayushi come on my face. Her pussy let out a flood of juices, and I happily licked it all up. Putting both her legs on my shoulders, I dove right between her legs.
“What was that? Kaha se sikha?” she sighed in happiness, tired after her orgasm. (“Where did you learn this?”)
Me – “Experience, baby. Experience.”
Ayushi -“Kitne ke saath kiya hai?” (‘How many have you fucked?’)
Me – “Shhh….abhi bus tujhpe focus karunga.” (“Sshhh…I want to focus on you now.”)
After licking her pussy clean, I got up with my cock still hard. Lack of space gave me an opportunity to fuck Ayushi in my favourite position. I put Ayushi on top of the small table and wrapped her legs around my waist. Picking her up, I pushed her against the wall.
Realising my plan, she wrapped her arms around my neck and tightened her grip around my waist.
Ayushi – “ooh…kya baat. Porn se sikha na?” (“Ooh…wow. Learnt it from Porn, didn’t you?”)
Me – “Haan, and tu pehli hai!” (“Yes, and you are the first!”)
Saying that, I started to kiss her. While we kissed, I put my cock in position, and with one hard thrust, I pushed into her. She started to moan, but I cut her off with a hard kiss.
Adjusting myself, I started to thrust in with small jerks first. As she got adjusted, I started to make larger thrusts, her body bouncing against the wall.
Me – “Shirt utaar. Tere boobs dekhne hai.” (“Take off your shirt. I want to see your boobs.”)
I paused while Ayushi took her t-shirt off just enough to expose her breasts. Fair as milk, and topped off with brown nipples, Ayushi fed me one of her tits. Stuffing it in my mouth, I resumed ramming her. I was overwhelmed with sensations.
Her musky scent, her pussy gripping my cock and hard, erect nipples in my mouth. 5 minutes of fucking her standing, I started to slow down.
Me – “Mere upar aake chod mujhe.” (“I want you to ride me.”)
Ayushi – “Theek hai, baby” (“Ok baby”)
Ayushi got off my cock and wiped sweat off her face. She bent down and put my cock in her mouth. She was bent at her waist, one hand on my ass and the other gripping my cock while she ran her tongue over the head of my cock. I grabbed her hair and pulled her, both of us now making eye contact.
I started thrusting my hips so my cock started to slide in her mouth, making sure not to break eye contact. I grunted with each thrust. I could only stand for a minute of her sucking me softly.
Me – “Aaj raat tu meri randi hai, samjhi?” (“You are my slut for tonight, got it?)
Before she could reply, I arched my back, tightening my grip on her hair and thrusting into her mouth. I started ramming her mouth hard, fucking her face. She could barely take this for a minute when she started gasping for air. After one large thrust, I let her go.
Gasping for air, Ayushi took deep breaths and slapped me hard.
Ayushi – “Saale, harami.” (“You, asshole!”)
Before she could slap me again, I stopped her and grabbed her in my arms.
I grinned and asked her, “Maza aya?” (“Had fun?”)
Ayushi – “Bahut. Saale pati ke liye kuch chhodega?” (“Alot. Gonna leave something for my husband?”)
Me – “Pati apna kaam kar raha hota, toh aaj raat main teri choot mein nahi hota” (“If your husband were fucking you properly, I wouldn’t be in your pussy tonight!)
I lay down on the floor, my cock pointing at the sky. Ayushi delicately positioned herself on top of my cock, slowly setting her pussy on it. Looking at her tempting tits, I groped one hard, turning it red with my hand marks. She moaned again in a mix of pain and pleasure.
With my cock settled in her pussy, Ayushi started to ride me. Up and down. Her tits started to bounce. Heavy, milky fair breasts, just bouncing around all over. I grabbed onto them. She closed her eyes and ran her hands over my chest, scratching me with her nails. She was looking so beautiful.
If only I could have her forever. That thought just pissed me off even further. Knowing that I was close to cumming, I started to thrust angrily. Ayushi arched back, putting her hands on her thighs behind her and started to ride more violently.
Ayushi – “Zor se, aur zor se.” (“Harder, harder!)
As I realised I was about to cum, I pulled out just in the nick of time. A couple of seconds later, I came all over Ayushi’s breasts. Her milky tits were dotted with my cum. We lay down beside each other, heaving and catching our breath. She crawled up beside me and kept her head on my arm.
We turned and quietly looked at each other, our heaving breaths mixing.
She broke the silence.
Ayushi – “You should have proposed.”
Me – “I know. I didn’t think you liked me enough.”
Ayushi – “I still like you enough to do this. I don’t do this for my husband.”
Saying that, she dragged a drop of my cum on her fingers and licked it off. Sucking it slowly, seductively. God, this girl makes me go crazy.
Ayushi – “You ruined me for my husband. I don’t think I can even feel him inside from now on.”
Me – “A phone call is all you need, Ayu.”
Knowing that, it was getting late and we had an early start, we tiptoed back into the flat. I slept with the guys, and she went back to the girls. The next day, we attended the marriage, pretending nothing had happened, and we went our separate ways.
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