Hello, my people, what’s up? I hope you all are doing well and doing great. This is Rahul, and I am back with a new series of my sexual adventures. I am from the city of Sambalpur, in the state of Odisha.
This series of mine is going to be a bit different. Actually, it’s not going to be a single long story. I intend to narrate sexual encounters and sexy, naughty acts of mine individually.
My narration is going to be a blend of fantasy and reality. I have mixed my real sexual experiences with a bit of naughty fantasies. I hope you all enjoy it. So, without delaying any further, let’s dive into the narration.
Year – 2010
Me – 19 Years old
Sulekha Mam – 37 years old
Place – Visakhapatnam
I was in the second year of my bachelor’s degree. We had a female lecturer. She taught us mass communication. Her marriage got fixed, and she resigned immediately. That position remained vacant for nearly three months. Then the woman arrived, whom I was going to fuck at least a hundred times.
Sulekha mam joined our institution and occupied that position. The introductory class was formal. “How are you?” kind of thing. She was in a kurti and leggings at that time. She was slim, but did have an attractive figure. Her face was simple, with sharp features.
She looks at you as if she would chew and swallow you alive. But little did I know then that she would happily swallow my cum down her throat. Our morning assembly used to be held in our college auditorium.
I also got an opportunity to romp her pussy in the same auditorium by making her stand against the podium. That sexy, hot encounter happened during a college fest. We kissed and groped each other passionately. Then I fucked her, after hiking her sexy, thin, yellow saree all the way up to her waist.
The managing director of our institution had issued a dress code for the female lecturers. It was none other than our traditional Indian saree. When Sulekha mam walked into the assembly on her second day, she was draped in a floral-patterned blue saree. Fuck me.
She looked so sexy in that saree. She was quite slim, but she was still shapely. And that sexy saree of hers only elevated her shapely curves. My cock rose to an erection just by looking at her.
But how would I have known that I would be lifting her sexy saree and fucking her pussy for two straight years? When she used to take classes, she moved around a lot while lecturing us. Her saree pleats used to flow and move so beautifully.
Just a little bit of her naked skin was visible in her saree. But that was enough to spark my desire. Because there is no need for a woman to show a lot of skin in order to look sexy. I recall the words of a woman I met years ago. She had said that even a glimpse of the naked feet of a saree-clad woman appears so sexy.
And I do agree with her. A saree indeed does wonders for a woman’s appearance. I also recall all the memories of me fucking Sulekha mam. I first fucked her in an abandoned storage room of our institution. Our institution had CCTV cameras all over the place.
Sulekha mam ordered me to follow her by carrying a bunch of books with me. That storage room was connected internally to the library. She made me place the books in the library and dragged me all the way to that storage room. I was nervous and also a bit scared.
Obviously, I was scared of being caught. But she denied all my resistance and just pounced on me. She initiated our first sex, but soon I gave in. I romped her hard in that storage room. It was evening time, with minimal staff around. I had never been to that part of the building, but Sulekha mam knew about it.
She knew that no one came to that part of the building. I was a virgin at that time. I had a good amount of oral sex and kissing done till then. But never had sexual intercourse with anyone. After our first sex, she said.
Sulekha mam – It was good, dear. For a first timer, you did pretty well. Kissing and oral sex were just awesome. And intercourse was fine compared to you being a virgin. You will get better with time, don’t worry about it. But you need to work on unhooking blouses and bras. You were fumbling with the hooks. Don’t worry, I will teach you everything.
She was gasping for breath while saying that. She completed the last sentence with a mischievous smile. That was just the beginning. After that, we both fucked each other a lot. When we were on college premises, we mostly humped each other in that isolated storage room.
But on occasions like our college fest and all. We got the chance to be intimate in some other corners of our building, like the day when I fucked her against the podium in the auditorium hall. On that occasion, she was dressed in a lovely plain black chiffon saree with red borders. Fuck me.
She carried her usual sexy appearance in her everyday regular sarees. But that day, she appeared a bit extra sexy. She was married and lived with her husband. She didn’t have any kids. Her husband often used to be on office tours, both nationally and internationally.
So, she used to invite me to her house, and we had a very good time, fucking each other in every corner of her house. At her home, I had the time and liberty to strip her of her sexy saree slowly, and enjoyed the undressing process to my heart’s content.
Because in college, we sometimes had to be content with fifteen to twenty-minute quickies. She was very good in bed. I must say that. I enjoyed a lot of hot sex with her. After the completion of my degree, I stayed for six months in that city for some certificate work.
Those extra six months led to some bonus fucking sessions with her. Finally, the time came for us to depart. She wished me all the best for my career and life. As a souvenir, I asked for her panties. She smiled sexily and told me to take it myself.
I raised her saree for the final time and slid her panties down. They were wet. It was a very sexy souvenir. We stayed in touch even after departing. We had regular phone calls and video calls. And yes, she used to strip her clothes for me on video calls. I will never forget her.
She taught me a lot of things. Not just sexually, but about life as well. She still wants us to meet, but distance is a problem. But she says we can fix a particular time and meet. Whether we meet or not, she will always be in my memory. After all, she was my first fuck.
Year – 2013
Me – 22 years old
Aunt Sophie – 47 years old
Mrs Flora – 58 years old
Rachel – 24 years old
Place – Goa
I always used to plan a good holiday for myself. But my mom always used to step in and make my plans wave goodbye to me. This time too, I had planned a long camping trip with my buddies, at four different isolated locations. That was going to be a month-long trip.
With my mom’s one single command, my plans vanished into thin air. You know how moms are, right? They don’t take no for an answer. There was a friend of my mom who lived in Goa. My mom and she met each other a long time ago. She was almost like a family member.
I really liked her because she was very cool. I mean, her looks were very hot, but her personality was very cool. She always used to be happy, cheerful, even though she would be going through some problem. A very strong-minded woman, I would say.
My mom wanted me to go and stay with her friend for a complete month. I agree that I was frustrated because my mom kicked my camping trip out of my reach. But at least she was sending me to someone whom I liked. Or I should say, someone whom I liked to fuck at least to some extent.
I said this because sometimes Aunt Sophie used to stick to one particular conversation. She just won’t let it go that easily. I liked her overall for her cool personality. But this one habit of hers annoyed me sometimes. But I got over that annoyance by fucking her all the more.
She was a widow with a son and a daughter. Both her kids worked out of state. This is one of the reasons Mom sent me to her often. Because she was all alone at home, obviously, she had friends and relatives all over the place, but she and Mom were very good friends.
Since I was a kid, we have been visiting her often during the holiday season. She was always very nice to me. So, we were good together. So soon I landed over there. It always used to be packed with tourists, so the means of transport were plenty. I hopped into one and reached Aunt Sophie’s house.
Houses in Goa still have those attractive vintage-looking plates stuck on their outside walls and gates, with their names and addresses on display. The moment Aunt Sophie saw me, she came running to me and hugged me hard. I always loved her warm hugs.
Little did I know that later on, she was going to hug me harder, while being fucked mercilessly on her ever-shaking bed. In most parts of our country, people use the term “blouse” specifically with sarees. But we all know that in other countries, they use the term “blouse” for a woman’s top.
But in our country, people don’t normally use the term blouse for a woman’s top. But in Goa, they use the term blouse. Just wanted to clarify in case people get confused. Aunt Sofie was wearing a black blouse and a knee-length skirt. Oh man, I have always loved her skirts.
She really looked very sexy in her skirts. Her blouse fitted her very well. I didn’t fail to notice her good-sized breasts. Along with that big hug, she also kissed my cheeks. It was usual between us, because she always did that to me. She took me in and started a conversation that lasted almost one hour.
I was going to stay with her for a complete month. I had already explored Goa. But still wanted to see if anything was new. Aunt Sophie used to take me for evening walks daily. Gusts of wind often played with the hem of her skirts. And I loved every moment of it.
The fabric of her skirt was made up of very light material. It looked very sexy on her shapely thighs and ass cheeks. After some days, I started strolling alone around the area. The nightlife was very active in that place. People from all over the world can be seen hanging around.
Once, I was sitting outside a bar. There were benches all around. I was sipping a mocktail made of three fruit juices with a bit of lemon soda. But many were holding on to beer cans. It was evening, and the wind was cool. A girl came and asked me if she could sit there.
She thought I was with someone, and it was occupied. I smiled at her and slid a bit aside. Three people can comfortably sit on that bench, on which we were sitting. She had a can of beer in her hands and started sipping. She was dressed in a tight black short dress. The hem of her dress reached just to her mid-thighs.
Her thighs were slim, but looked great. We started talking casually. She introduced herself as Rachel. The beer started having its effect on her. She started fumbling with her words a bit. She asked me about my girlfriend. I said right now I don’t have any.
She patted my thighs and called me a liar. Her patting on my thighs confirmed that the beer was starting to have its effect on her. We were both strangers to each other, and she was acting so close that I started feeling a bit nervous. I was not scared of her.
My only concern was if she got too drunk, how was I going to deal with her? Obviously, I can’t leave her in that condition. Being a humanitarian is great, but being just human is commonly good. And it commonly makes sense that I should drop her safely at her residence. But luckily, she didn’t get that drunk.
She said that she, too, was single at that time. I was able to sense where this conversation was heading. I was just not sure enough. But the stranger girl confirmed it by asking me if I was interested in kissing her. I was having a mocktail, and I was completely in my senses.
I did my best to refuse her as politely as possible. But her insistence pierced through my resistance. We were sitting on the corner of the most comfortable bench. The light was quite dim. The majority of people were half drunk over there.
I was so engrossed in talking with that girl that I didn’t even notice what was going on around. Some couples were engaged in kissing each other. And nobody cared at all. All were drowned in their enjoyment. And this girl was insisting on a kiss. I just felt like going for it, and it happened.
We locked our lips together. It started gently, but soon passion took control over us. We were kissing with a lot of tongue now. Generous amounts of saliva were being poured out into each other’s mouths. It was very hot and raunchy. I had never kissed someone in the open, let alone with people around.
The sexy environment was taking a toll on both of us. We were both kissing very deeply and passionately. At one point in time, we even forgot that we were in public. She was gripping my hair and shoving her tongue into my mouth with a lot of hunger. I was able to taste beer from her mouth.
We kept on making out crazily for nearly ten minutes. The moment our lips left each other, she smiled at me, gasping for breath at the same time. She told me that I am a good kisser. I replied to her that her lips tasted good. We both smiled at each other.
Days passed, and that became our routine. We used to grab our drinks, take the corner seat, and make out with each other for hours. This girl was really a good kisser. My cock used to stay hard continuously, all the while we engaged in our passionate kissing.
We used to make out every evening in the same place, out in the open public. People saw, but nobody cared because it was common in that place. We also used to hang around at different locations. The beach was one of them. But we preferred a bit more privacy now.
So, she took me to a location where there were fewer people, and the environment was beautiful too. It was a secluded part, and it was located on the other side of the beach. She was a local girl, and she said it was completely safe. She has been coming here often to spend peaceful evenings.
And because it was secluded, we used to get a bit more intimate with each other. Our passionate, hungry kissing was always on fire, no doubt about that. Now we have also started caressing and fondling each other. I used to sneak my hand up, right into her skirts and dresses, and massage her soft thighs.
I used to finger her pussy now and then. She leaked a lot of juices from her wet, warm hole. I lost count of the number of times I have eaten her pussy. Her pussy was very juicy and very tasty. And this is the reason I just love pussy eating. It never disappoints you with its smell and flavour.
Time flew by, and almost ten days had passed. I was enjoying myself a lot with this girl on a daily basis. I was spending my days with my aunt Sophie and my evenings with Rachel. Aunt Sophie’s sexy skirts used to arouse me all day long.
And then I used to release my pent-up sexual frustration on Rachel’s skirts and dresses. This was turning out to be one of the best holidays of my life. Or I should say, one of the sexiest holidays of my life. I used to take Rachel’s wet panties with me.
I used to sniff them and masturbate with them while imagining fucking her pussy very hard. I also used to go through Aunt Sophie’s laundry basket and sniff her worn panties. The natural smell of a woman holds a special place in my heart.
I never miss even a single opportunity to take that heavenly aroma into my nostrils. One day, Aunt Sophie told me that we should go for evening walks together again. I don’t know whether my face exhibited a bit of hesitation or not. But she felt it, I think so.
My raunchy evenings were solely dedicated to the 24-year-old sexy Rachel. But I didn’t want to upset Aunt Sophie. So, somehow, I excused myself and changed the topic. But I really needed to think about a solution. Mom had sent me to Aunt Sophie to make her happy and chase away her loneliness.
If by any chance she complains to my mom about me disappearing completely in the evenings, I don’t know what my mom would do to me.
Okay, my dear readers, I am bound to stop here due to time constraints. But I will soon be back with the next part. You can email me at [email protected]. Till next time, take care.