Readers know that my first sex experience was at G B Road. Here is the link for the story: https://dirtysextales.com/indian-stories/experience-at-g-b-road/
Once, I was at home for vacation. I never told anyone that I was now not a virgin. I was again in the mood for sex.
As if by luck, my family had to go for a marriage function for three days. I decided to stay back home.
After my family had left, I looked up sluts online. I was surprised to find the same girl I had banged at G B Road! I fixed her appointment at my home.
I knew when she would arrive. So, I deliberately kept the front door partially open. As soon as she entered, I pounced on her from behind the door and dragged her to my bedroom and locked the door. It was only then that she saw my face.
I asked her lustily, “Pehchana?”
She said, “Vahi, jo apni chaddi se bahut lagav rakhta hai.”
I removed my tshirt and vest and said, “Haan!” Before I began kissing her. But she was a firebrand this time. She knew exactly the kind of sex I liked. She pushed me on the bed and removed her T-shirt and jeans. She was now in her bra and panties. What she did not know was that I had hidden my phone at a convenient place to record the whole thing.
Meanwhile, my jeans were still on. She tied my hands and my feet to my bed, and came on top of me. She took off my jeans with her teeth. I was in a green Jockey underwear and navy blue socks this time. She said, “Ye vo chaddi nahi jo tumne us din pehni thi. Mujhe yaad hai, kyuki us din tumhara lund tumhari chaddi mein naach raha tha aur tum chaddi utarne mein hichkicha rahe thay. Vo chaddi black thi. Chaddi nahi tumhare lund ka pinjra hai ye. Lekin ye chaddi bahut sexy chaddi hai.” She repeatedly used the word, “chaddi” because she knew that it excites me.
She decided to tease me and increase my lust. She lowered my underwear somewhat, slipped a condom on my dick and again covered it with my underwear. She started moving her hand on my underwear, hardening my dick. Then, moved her fingers on the letters J-O-C-K-E-Y printed on the band of my underwear. I was very horny now and was struggling to get out of the cuffs. She did not spare me. She did not remove my underwear to free that lusty power-packed devil inside. It was becoming uncontrollably hard. She began kissing my lips. I, too, kissed with all my ability, because I love kissing a hot girl on her lips. While I kissed, a very visible tent had been formed in my underwear. The hardness was now getting painful, as my dick kept dancing in my underwear, but I ignored it as much as possible and continued to kiss. She was on top and I below, but I think my kiss had more passion.
Then she tried something new. She rested her head on my underwear, pressing my dick. She giggled as she felt my dick, trapped in my underwear and pressed by her head, try to dance and put pressure on her head. Then she got up.
For ten minutes, she built up lust inside me by stimulating my dick by lightly touching its tip and lightly pressing my testicles through my underwear, and not letting the hard dick come out of my underwear. First, I was a little scared. I had scary thoughts of her applying too much pressure to my testicles, which would hurt a lot. But I knew she was not insane. I took my chances with her. I uttered in anger, “nikal mujhe randi! Fir dekhna!” She uttered in a seductive voice, “Sshh! Abhi nahi! Tujhe teri chaddi bahut pasand hai na? Pehne rakh. Abhi aur tadpaungi tujhe.”
She did not keep her hands only around my underwear. Except for my underwear and socks, I was bare bodied, and she ran her fingers lightly over my waist, my stomach and my navel button. She intended to torture me to the fullest.
She also ran the tip of her nose on both my legs and then on my underwear.
She then ran her fingers over my underwear very lightly. I was becoming crazier and crazier with lust. Had I not been handcuffed, I would have either banged her real bad or fapped by humping my bed.
She then moved her hand over my underwear as she kissed me. That and my increased horniness made me breathe heavily as I kissed her. This was my weakness; she could torture my dick to the fullest, but if she simultaneously began kissing my lips, I would kiss, too. There was something about kissing on lips that I loved and enjoyed, which made me ignore the pain because of the very hard boner, and kiss madly instead.
After a long time, she uncuffed my hands. I grabbed her waist, pulled her down and kissed uncontrollably. She somehow wrestled free and then uncuffed my legs, and I attacked. I had become too hard to bear it anymore. I rolled and put myself on top of her. I removed my underwear, entered her and banged her with full speed. This was nothing like our soft lovemaking at G B Road. I banged her real hard and bad. I was just venting out my lust.
I exploded in seven minutes, just before which I broke away from kissing and moaned out very loud. After I came, I collapsed on her. I felt satisfied. I wore my underwear, and suddenly felt horny again, so, in front of her, I humped my bed through my underwear.
I dressed up, and paid her extra to take that messy condom away with her.
When I watch the whole session I recorded, I feel very hard when I notice the very visible tent formed in my underwear, and when I see her moving her hand on my underwear as we kissed.
I will call her again when I get time.
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