I am Priya, 23 years old, a quiet and introverted second-year college student in Lucknow. I have always been the shy type — simple clothes, good grades, and never the girl who goes to parties or talks much with boys. But when my friends dragged me to the freshers-cum-farewell party, I wore a simple black top and jeans, feeling nervous the whole time.
The hall was loud with music and lights. I stood in a corner, holding a cold drink, when a tall, confident senior walked up to me. His name was Aryan — 26 years old, broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and that bold, mature way of speaking that made my heart beat faster.
“Arre… tum freshers party mein akeli kyun khadi ho? Naam kya hai tumhara?” he asked with a warm smile.
I blushed and looked down. “Priya… main second year hoon.”
He smiled bigger. “Priya… bahut sundar naam hai. Main Aryan hoon, final year. Pehli baar itni badi party mein aayi ho? Dar lag raha hai kya?”
We started talking. He was funny and made me laugh easily. His eyes kept looking at me in a way that made me feel warm and tingly inside. When the party ended late at night, he offered to drop me back to the hostel.
“Ghar chhod deta hoon… raat ho gayi hai. Akeli mat jaana.”
But instead of taking me to the hostel, he took me to his rented apartment nearby.
“Thoda baith ke baat karte hain… chai ya cold drink pi lo,” he said casually.
I knew I should say no, but something in me wanted to stay with him. We sat on the couch. He poured me a cold drink. We talked more, and slowly the conversation turned personal.
“Priya… tum bahut innocent aur sundar lagti ho… kabhi kisi ladke ke saath close hui ho?” he asked, his voice low and gentle.
I shook my head, cheeks burning. “Nahi… main aisi ladki nahi hoon.”
Aryan moved closer. His hand gently touched my knee.
“Toh aaj try karogi? Sirf friends with benefits… no strings… main tumhe bahut pyar se treat karunga. Promise.”
My heart was pounding. I was scared, but the way he looked at me made my body feel hot. I nodded slowly.
“Haan… lekin dheere se… main pehli baar hoon.”
Aryan smiled and pulled me into his lap. He kissed me softly at first, then deeper. His tongue entered my mouth. I moaned quietly.
“Mmm… Aryan… yeh kya ho raha hai…”
He kissed my neck, his hands sliding under my top.
“Tumhari body bahut soft hai Priya… main tumhe aaj raat apni banaunga.”
He lifted me and carried me to his bed. He removed my top and jeans slowly. I was only in my bra and panties. He took off his clothes too. His dick was thick and hard. I felt nervous seeing it.
“Aryan… yeh bahut bada hai… darr lag raha hai…”
He kissed me again, gently this time.
“Shhh… dar mat… main dheere se karunga… tum meri ho aaj.”
He removed my bra and panties. I was completely naked. He kissed my breasts, sucking my nipples softly.
“Ahhh… Aryan… haan… choos lo… ohhh…”
His hand went between my legs. He rubbed my pussy gently.
“Arre… tumhari choot toh pehle se geeli hai… kitni tight hai yaar…”
He positioned himself between my legs. I felt the thick head of his dick pressing against my virgin pussy.
“Priya… ab main andar ja raha hoon… thoda dard hoga… lekin main rukunga nahi… okay?”
I nodded, breathing fast.
“Haan… daal do… lekin dheere se please…”
He pushed slowly. The head entered me. It hurt a lot.
“Ahhhh… Aryan… dard ho raha hai… bahut tight hai…”
But he kept pushing. Inch by inch, my virgin pussy stretched around his thick cock. I felt a sharp pain when he broke my hymen. A little blood came out, mixing with my wetness.
“Ahhh… Aryan… khoon nikal raha hai… ruk jao thoda…”
He didn’t stop. He kissed me deeply and pushed all the way in.
“Shhh… bas ho gaya… ab maza aayega… tumhari choot bahut tight hai… choos rahi hai mera lund…”
He started moving — slow at first, then faster. The pain slowly turned into a strange, deep pleasure.
“Ohhh… Aryan… ab dard kam ho raha hai… haan… aur andar daalo…”
Aryan fucked me harder. His hips slapped against mine.
“Le Priya… le mera pura lund… tumhari choot kitni garam hai… ahhh… bahut tight hai tu…”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails digging into his back.
“Haan Aryan… zor se chodo… meri choot ab tumhari hai… ahhh… bahut maza aa raha hai…”
He pounded me deep and fast. The bed creaked loudly. I moaned louder with every thrust.
“Ahhhh… Aryan… aur zor se… meri choot phat rahi hai… lekin mat rukna…”
He kissed me roughly while fucking me.
“Bol Priya… bol ki tum meri ho… bol na…
“Haan… main tumhari hoon… chod mujhe… ahhhh… paani nikalne wala hai…”
I came hard for the first time — my virgin pussy squeezing his cock, hot wetness gushing out.
“Ahhhh… Aryan… paani nikal gaya… ohhh godddd…”
But Aryan didn’t stop. He fucked me even harder.
“Ab main bhi jhadne wala hoon… teri choot mein hi…”
He thrust deep and came inside me — hot, thick cum filling my pussy..
We lay there breathing heavily. My pussy was sore, a little blood mixed with our juices on the sheets.
Aryan kissed my forehead softly.
“Priya… tum bahut achhi thi… ab hum friends with benefits hain… jab bhi mann kare, bol dena.”
I smiled shyly, still feeling him inside me.
“Haan Aryan… mujhe bhi bahut maza aaya… agle time bhi aisi hi chodna mujhe…”
That night changed everything. I was no longer just the shy college girl. I had tasted real pleasure… and I already wanted more from Aryan. 💦
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