This is a real story involving a real girl in my neighborhood. The name also is real because, well how does it matter? There are so many girls named Prabha. Prabha was a typically Malayali girl - dusky complexion, big eyes, thick, long and coiled hair and pouting lips that seemed to suggest she wanted to suck a huge cock. Even in her teens she had developed a huge set of boobs that seemed to defy gravity.
I was 15 years elder to her and had seen her grow up in front of me. She called me dada (elder brother). I was known for being good at mathematics. So a lot of parents used to send their teens to get their doubts cleared from me. I wasn't a lecher and hence never had sexual thoughts about anyone back then. But Prabha was different. As she grew up, her anatomical changes had started having an effect on me.
I also noticed changes in her behaviour towards me. Often I thought she used to bring me some very silly doubts, though I wasn't sure if it was with an intention to meet me more often. While talking too, her voice appeared to be a bit on the seductive/naughty side, though I thought it was my illusion. But it was her big boobs that always gave me a thick rock between my legs whenever I taught her some math. Once she was gone, I had to offload a thick load of cum. I always fantasized of me and her naked and visualize her dark boobs bouncing around but never acted on the fantasies until that fateful day.
It was a lazy, rainy day and I had not gone to office because of heavy rains. Prabha's school also had declared early closure. On returning home, she noticed me at my window. She gave her usual smile and told me, "Dada, I have some doubts and want to meet you" to which I replied back "Anytime, Prabha!".
Just as I was day-dreaming of the possibilities with me and Prabha alone for the next few hours, the door-bell rang. There stood this beautiful, buxom malayali teen with a smile on her face and a couple of books in her hand. I gestured her to come in. She also seemed to have something in her mind too because she was dressed up differently this time. Her red T-shirt seemed to be one size too short and she was wearing a relatively short skirt that flaunted her hairless dark legs. As she sat, I could see her T-shirt exposing a bit of her waist and the skirt was way above her knees.
She said she had a test coming up and wanted me to give her some random problems to solve and help her if she got stuck on some concept. As I gave her a first couple of problems to solve, she did not seem to show much interest. While she kept struggling with them, I had my gaze fixed at her body. Her nipples were causing an impression through the t-shirt and increasing my urge to play with them. I started become a bit tactile with her. While explaining, I would touch her arms slightly, brush past her fingers a couple of times. Her indifference encouraged me to reach out for her waist, first over her T-shirt and then just a little bit longer on the naked part of waist. This intimacy seemed to be having an effect on her as I could see a slight blush on her face. At one point of time, while explaining her how to solve one problem based on pythagoras theorem, I rested my hand very lightly on her bare thigh.
I told her, "Now hopefully all your doubts are clear. So I won't be answering any further questions. You have to answer them on your own." Took one pause and a long breath and then said, "Here's the deal - one question at a time - you answer, you can get me to do anything. But if you don't, you have to obey me". She seemed to be oblivious to what the deal meant when she agreed to it.
I started off by giving her an algebra problem to expand the brackets and 5 min to solve it. As usual, Prabha struggled to multiply signed numbers and came up with a wrong answer. She looked into my eyes with anticipation whether the answer is correct or not. I looked at her angrily and shouted at her "I have explained you how to solve this so many times. Why is this so difficult for you?". She already had some tears in her eyes. After a bit of silence, I reminded her of the deal.
I told her to remove her T-Shirt and hand it over to me. She was scared and couldn't believe what she heard. She pleaded for another chance. I asked, "Prabha, you have a choice. Either you are removing your T-shirt yourself or I remove it for you". "Dada, I am feeling shy", she held on the hem of her T tightly and blushed. In order to change the mood, I turned gentle with her and calmed her down, "Look Prabha, we both are alone here. What happens here will be a little secret between the two of us. You are so young and beautiful. I'm sure the other guys whom you have shown your flesh must have liked it. So no harm showing it to me, too, dear." I was shocked to know from her that she has not done this kind of thing with anyone else so far. Saying that there is always a first time, I pulled at her T-shirt and started lifting it. As she gave up her reluctance, I got a good view of her narrow waistline, deep navel and as the T moved over her head, the objects of my wild dreams - those large, dark globes still partly hidden under her red coloured bra. With one last manoeuvre, I pulled her T-shirt off and threw it in the opposite corner of the room.
There she was, trying to hide her modesty by folding her hands to cover her cleavage. I whistled and said, "Look at you, at such a tender age, you are already looking like a complete woman" and complimented her size. Her shy smile and heaving chest told me that she had started enjoying this game.
"So shall we move on to the next question, Prabha?", to which she just nodded her head. I scribbled another problem on her notebook and handed it to her. "You can not solve this problem with folded hands, Prabha. Don't worry about your boobs. Shed your inhibitions now, dear". As she bent to write her answer, her voluptous cleavage became available for me to get an eyeful of. They were so large. It was forming a deep valley. It would be just a matter of time in which I will get to see those dark aureoles that have got me to masturbate so many times.
I moved in closer to her, my legs almost touching hers and the left hand resting on the head-rest behind her. She got so conscious with the move that she could not focus on the problem. The arm kept moving behind her, sometimes fondling her left ear, then caressing her bare back and left arm, while she struggled with the pen and paper. “Please don’t do that”, she would coyly whisper with a blush on her face and yet, seemed to be relishing my every move. Finally, she gave up on the problem. “So, now what’s coming off, sweetie?”, I asked with a sly smile as I tickled her back near her bra-strap, in a way gesturing her to remove it. She apparently had different thoughts. Probably, not yet ready to show her prized possessions, she stood up to remove her skirt. I wasn’t complaining. Anyways, I knew pretty soon, she would be standing stark naked right in front of my lustful eyes.
As she unbuttoned her skirt and unzipped it, the skirt hit the floor and the sexy teen stood in front of me in nothing but her inners. And so sexy lingerie, she was wearing. A red panty to match with her bra. It was hiding nothing except a beautiful tight pussy that had caused a bit of a wet mark on the panty. She was already in ecstasy, it seemed. I pulled her towards me gently and gestured her to sit on my lap while I gave her the next problem to work on.
I usually don’t wear anything underneath my shorts while at home. I keeps my genitals ventilated in the scorching heat and humidity of Mumbai weather. That day too, only my shorts and her thin panty material was separating my bulging cock from her dark, Malayali ass. She kept squirming as my cock kept throbbing underneath, well aligned with her ass-crack. Her dark, thick hair went all the way to her ass and bunched up on my lap, blocking my view of her almost naked back side. So while she kept struggling with the problem at hand, I gently took hold of her hair and moved them over her shoulder to the front. Ogling at her curvaceous back side gave me even bigger erection and it wilding struggled along the crack of her beautiful ass.
Amidst her playful resistance and “Dada, please don’t touch me there” and “Please don’t do that”, I kept running my palms along her waist, feeling every inch of her feminine body, kissed and nibbled at her ears from behind. I showed no hurry to fondle those big boobs but I was losing my patience and wanted my hands full with those globes. But I kept teasing her by moving my hands close to them but not touching them.
As she timed out on the math problem I gave her, I did not have to ask her to strip further. Her hands automatically moved back to unsnap her bra. This was the moment I had waited for all along the months since I first noticed her femininity. This was the moment when I was going to compare these real boobs as against what I imagined them to be like when I used to masturbate. Her bra fell off to her lap. Lo, and behold! This virgin, straight out of Kamasutra was sitting on my lap, topless. I had seen many boobs of varied sizes but never before I had seen this size defying gravity. They were standing firm with the nipples pointing upward. And those aureoles were so dark and large. They must have been larger than a Rs. 10 coin!
By now, she had even stopped pretending shyness or maybe she understood there’s no point attempting to cover herself up anymore. So I whispered in her ear, “Do you even want another problem to lose your panty?!” She gently stood up and took a few strides away from me. As she bent forward with her ass facing me, I knew what to expect next. Slowly her thumbs disappeared into the sides of her thin, red panty and she wriggled her ass to slide that thin material of the cloth separating me from a virgin, naked ass of a dark malayali maiden. And what a sexy pair of cheeks surrounded that puckered hole of hers. Her head turned around with a blushing smile on her face and a naughty look in her eyes. She was checking my reaction to the small strip-tease she was doing in front of me. As she bent to pull her panty all the way down her knees, I could see a bit of her pussy lips peeping from under her ass.
She stepped out from her panty, completely naked but still facing away from me with the flimsy material of panty in her hand. Then slowly, she turned to show me her wet pussy lips. I pulled her towards me and my palms gently went around her ass cheeks and once again brought her very close to me. She appeared embarrassed by the sharp contrast between me being fully clothed and her complete nudity. I told her, “Since you have been such a good and obedient student, I allow you an opportunity to remove any one piece of clothing from my body”.
Prabha knew what she wanted but did not want to feel like a slut. So she stood there coyly for a while. I told her to hurry up and that it was OK to get rid of all inhibitions. She knelt down and went for pulling off my shorts. She had realized a while back that there was nothing underneath from the way my cock was playing havoc under her ass when she was on my lap. So she was not surprised when she did not see an underwear. Just shocked with the size and texture of what she saw!
That’s the first time she had seen a real cock, although she later confided that she had seen cocks in porn videos. As the shorts came off, the thick monster stood there completely at attention and throbbing hard at the lustful sight of the virgin it will soon get to penetrate. For a moment, Prabha did not know what to do with it. So I guided her to again sit on my lap, this time facing me.
She couldn’t look me in the eyes. But as her eyes drooped, they faced my thick cock. Its tip was glistening with a drop of pre-cum. “You can touch it, Prabha. But be gentle. Don’t break it!”, I whispered in her ear, mischievously. Slowly and gently, her fingers reached out for it, running along its sides with just a feather-touch. This first touch of my teen student got me to a different level of excitement. Now, she had curled her fingers around my thickness, attempting to gauge the girth of my cock. She could barely manage to cover it with her palm. Slowly she moved up and down my length, covering the whole of penis. In so doing, she got her palm sticky and wet with my pre-cum. I grabbed her hand and gently brought her palm near her nose and gestured her to smell my sex.
I took a whiff of it first and then took a long deep breath, trying to cherish that smell of my love juice. She did not need any further guidance for her next logical step. She slid down her lap and knelt in front of me. Her right hand holding my thick tool, her dark pouting lips opened up and approached my throbbing monster. First she satisfied her nose further by smelling me even more. Then her tongue came out to lick me along the length of my cock. As the tongue went down further to feel my red and firm genitals, it gave very ticklish feeling to me. This girl had now turned like a professional. Unlike maths, she seemed like a quick learner in the art of sex. She giggled as I told her that.
But saying that seemed to encourage her further. Because the very next moment, she opened her mouth fully and enclosed the tip of my cock between her lips. With slow movement, its length started sliding inside her warm mouth. One of her hands was cupping my genitals and her lips started going up and down the cock, thereby rubbing me like crazy. Every once in a while, her hand let go of my balls and went down further fondling the pelvic floor and occasionally, one of her fingers would touch the asshole.
In the meanwhile, my hands had found its way to her firm boobs that were making slow rhythmic movements of their own. I rubbed and sometimes pinched those nipples. The excitement got them perked up. This ecstasy was getting reflected in the form of slow moans made by her with her mouth filled up with my dick.
I now wanted to get a feel of her dripping pussy. So I gestured her to rise and sit next to me. She had no trace of hair between her legs. This gave an unhindered view of her feminine beauty. The excited clit appeared absolutely swollen. With the tip of my finger, I encircled around her pussy for a while, merely teasing her anticipation for the touch. Every once in a while, I would move it much too close to her labia but not touching it. I could see her biting her lips and making hissing sounds. At one point, it became so unbearable to her that she clasped my hand and forced it to touch her clit. She gave out a deep “Aaaahhhhh”. For the next few minutes, I kept hitting her clitoris and made her moan in ecstacy.
I could sense that she was now ready for the final act that would make her lose her purity forever. So I pushed her to sleep on the couch. I got rid of the clothing that still covered my upper body to show my sinewed chest and strong arms. She gulped and gave a scared look as I pulled out a pack of condom to roll it around my cock.
She held my hand and pleaded, “Dada, don’t do that. I don’t want to lose my virginity”. She seemed serious. “Do anything you want but not that, please!”. That did not surprise me. Many of my teen partners told me that. It is still a stigma in the Indian society for a female to have bled before marriage. But not to be deterred, I had my Plan B ready.
I had seen the lovely curves of her beautiful ass and the puckered hole hiding between those cheeks. At this point, it is worth mentioning that I am a master ass-fucker. That’s one hole that most of my female partners did not know, can be fucked and that it is more pleasurable for a woman than vaginal sex. As a result, even many 40+ MILFs had virgin asses. It is such a pity. I had fucked at least 3 married MILFs down their ass and all of them returned to me asking for more of it.
So when I suggest to Prabha, she was shocked. “Your erection is so huge. How will it go down that small hole?!”, she asked. I gave her an assuring smile as my finger had already started circling around the ass-hole. A master in this field that I was, I knew precisely the points on the anal ring where the pleasure points existed. I slowly fingered her there. “Aaaahhh..dada what are you doing?!”, she whispered and moaned. “You like it?”, I asked. “Yessssss”, is what I heard. After patting her hole with the pad of my finger, I started thrusting it little by little, every time a bit deeper than the last time. Within no time, it was half the way inside her ass and pushing at the wall between her rectum and pussy from inside. She started getting really loud. I pulled out my finger and smelt the odor of her arse. It was absolutely sexy and I knew the kind of fun it would be to thrust my cock into it.
She found it very kinky seeing a guy smelling his finger after pulling it out of her arse. I then, went for her pussy with my finger from under her ass. The dripping liquid blended with the smell of her ass. She was on all her fours and thrusting her ass even further back, offering it to me for more. From behind her, I moved my finger to her nose, asking her to check out how sexy that blend of her anal and vaginal fluids smelt. She found it utterly unbelievable. For a moment, I moved away from her and was back with a tube of KY Gel. For the uninitiated, it is a good quality lube that makes anal penetration pleasurable and easy and not painful.
I took some on my index finger and gently rubbed it on her anal sphincter. I took some more and applied it all over my cock, making it ready for the sex that Prabha did not know, was possible. I knelt behind her while she was on her fours, doggy style. I gently grabbed at her waist and landed the tip of my well-lubed cock on her puckered ass-hole. With one gentle push, I entered her nether hole - an uncharted territory for most women but this girl was lucky to get a firsthand experience of her lifetime. She gave out a loud moan. From behind her, one of my hands went out to her mouth to cover her. I knew from experience that this pleasure was uncontrollable for most women. The other hand went out to cup one of her hanging boobs.
As I thrusted even deeper, I could hear her muffled moans. As I started riding her, her boobs were making rhythmic motion under my palm that was cupping it. After her initial shock, her moans started getting less loud. I released my hand from her mouth and used it to cup her other boob. The cock had now become a red-hot rod pumping really hard inside her ass. She was also instinctively cooperating very well by stretching out her legs further to open up her hole for me.
By now, my moans started getting as loud as hers and the blend of sounds were taking us towards a crescendo that I knew would be the most memorable in both our lives. Every now and then, I would let go of one of my hands from her boobs and go for her pussy. The combination of ass-fuck and vaginal rub caused her to moan and hiss like a mad!
Within no time she was giving out spasms of orgasms more than once. By now I had also reached a point of no return. And then, suddenly I moaned very loud and squirted a huge load of jism into her arse. As I pulled out, it was dripping all over her ass and also the couch. I again left her for a while and rushed back with loads of tissue. I handed some to her to wipe herself off while I used the other to clean the couch to wipe out any evidence of what transpired in the house while others were away.
My affair with Prabha lasted for a few more months. She stayed technically a virgin all through the years but a complete slut otherwise, for me.
Years later after her marriage, when we met in privacy, she confided in me that though her husband was very good on bed, nothing matched the anal sex that the two of us used to have. She never asked her husband to try something of that kind. Again, there is another stigma associated with sexual assertiveness shown by women. She is looked at suspiciously and thought of being a slut if she expresses her desire for some unorthodox form of sex. So that part of her body continued to stay reserved only for me. She allowed me to do it about a dozen times after her marriage too. Though I was not allowed entry into her pussy. She had some eccentric idea of faithfulness. No one except her hubby gets access to her pussy. She considered it cheating to be fucked in her pussy, though she was OK with anal sex with another man. But that too, with no one other than me. Anyways, with that kind of a butt, I am not complaining - just pitying her hubby for missing the pleasure that could have been lawfully his!
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