Am I a Slut?

Hi all,  I’m Madhu Sudhan, 40 married male from Bangalore, here to narrate the story of another married woman. Ruhi will continue the story in her own words after this.

Hi, My name is Ruhi, a 39-year-old Brahmin lady from Pune with a voluptuous structure of 34-30-38. This story will be a compilation of good, bad and ugly moments I had in my life so far. I’m not looking for any flings or any new relationships as of now.

So guys, please don’t mail me asking for sex but I’m open to any comments or criticism about what I did.

My cousin :

This happened around 2007/08 when I was 22 years old. We stayed in a joint family in a 4 story building in Nagpur at that time. The ground floor was for parking, the first floor for my parents, and the second floor for my uncle (Father, brother) and his wife.

The third floor had 3 rooms. One of them was for me, and the other one was for my cousin Adi. The 3rd room was for guests, but it was always empty. The fourth floor had one room where our servant used to stay. Adi was 19 around that time, and he was in his 1st year of college.

Girls in college used to talk a lot about their sex life with their boyfriends. I, being from a very orthodox family, don’t dare to speak about my desires openly with anyone. I had a crush on a guy during my college days. But I never dared even to tell him.

3 guys proposed to me. But I politely declined their request, stating my family wouldn’t agree to this and I didn’t want to cheat on them. But everytime, the girl chats would make me go crazy. Though I try to avoid it as much as possible, it somehow falls on my ear.

At night, I ended up scratching my pussy.  I wasn’t aware of fingering at that time. It gave me all the pleasure in the world. But that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to feel the real pleasure from a man. The only man whom I can convince without any fear is my cousin.

But he never approached me with those intentions to date. So I made a plan. I started going to his room every evening under the pretext of reading something. I sat close to him. I would put my hands on his lap at times, and he would get horny. I could sense his cock becoming harder during those times.

After a week or two, he, too, started to touch me in some places. It made me go horny. But still, he was not completely ready for sex. The next day onwards, now and then, I would take a bath in his room, telling him some reasons. I would leave my bra or panties in his bathroom.

I did it purposefully to make him use those while masturbating, and I did succeed in that. After a month, he fully understood my needs. He would often hug me from the back and dry hump me from the back. He would crush my boobs over my dress, and we used to lip-lock for a minute.

I, too, would touch his dick over his pants. One day, we both woke up early in the morning and went to the guest room. He removed my dress quickly, and I removed his dress. I knelt and gave the first blowjob of my life. Though it felt awkward at first, I started to like the smell of a cock with some precum in it.

Then he made me lie on the bed and did some foreplay like sucking my boobs, licking my pussy. I went crazy the moment his tongue touched my pussy. I reached orgasm immediately after he went deep into my pussy. I told him to immediately put his cock into my pussy and fuck me.

Being the first time for both of us, he, too, got nervous. His cock became small. It was already more than 15 minutes, and we didn’t have enough time. So we finished the session and went to our respective rooms to get ready for college.

The next day, we continued this again. This time, he slowly penetrated his cock into my pussy. I could feel some pain. But once half of his cock went into my pussy, I started to feel the pleasure. Slowly he started to move the remaining half of the cock inside my pussy.

Being the first time, and because of my tightness, it was hard for him to penetrate my pussy completely. After some time, he managed to penetrate his full cock inside my pussy and started to fuck me. Finally, I lost my virginity.

When I looked at my pussy it was with blood, but I loved the pain with pleasure. Slowly, he started to increase the pace. Now I was enjoying it, and my pussy juices were coming out. Then he removed his dick from my pussy and asked me to suck it.

His cock was clean, without any hair, and I loved sucking his cock. I loved the taste of my juices on his cock. Then he asked me to come on my four, and he started to penetrate me from behind. He fucked me good for 15 minutes in that position. He cum on my face, which I loved and sucked his dick.

After our first encounter, we used to do it whenever we wanted as we stayed on the 3rd floor. But out of fear, we didn’t stay together for more than 30 minutes. We fucked in the bathroom as well, which I enjoyed a lot. Then to try something new and kinky, I asked my cousin to get fucked on the terrace.

I found it exciting, and that thought made me horny. One day, we went to the terrace in the early evening, around 5 pm. Our maid, who used to stay there, had gone to prepare dinner and would return around 9 pm. Knowing that I lowered the pants of my cousin and started to stroke his cock.

He, too, lowered my skirt and started to finger me. We had our eyes closed out of pleasure, and this went on for about 5 minutes. But suddenly, when I opened my eyes, I saw our servant standing next to us.

Servant :

I immediately took my hand and put on my skirt. The servant slapped my cousin, and he ran away downstairs immediately.

Let me tell you about our servant, Prahlad. He was 27 at that time, a medium-built guy who always smoked beedi. That day he had come to smoke a beedi and caught us in the act. The moment Adi ran away, he came to me and pressed my 32-size boobs. Then he pulled down his pants and showed his cock.

Prahlad: Kutiya (Bitch), look how big is my cock. If you want to feel a man, come to me, and I will fuck you with this.

I was crying, and he kept pressing my boobs that day. I couldn’t resist him as he now has control over me. Then, after 2 minutes, he let me go, and I went straight to my room. My cousin Adi was younger than me, and I couldn’t expect him to console me.

He was already dead scared to meet me after that. We ended our relationship. Now, he is settled in Delhi with his family. We occasionally meet during any weddings in the family.

After the terrace incident, Prahlad would often crush my boobs or slap my ass whenever he crossed me. This continued for 4 days, and on the 5th day, when he knew everyone had gone out, he asked me to come to the terrace. I went knowing the trap.

He was smoking a beedi there. Once he saw me, he asked me to come and sit on his lap. Then he took another swag of beedi, and it was disgusting for me. He tried to kiss me with that mouth, But I told him I hated the smell and wouldn’t kiss him.

Then he removed his pants and told me to give him a blowjob. I said no. Then he forced my neck and took my mouth near his cock. I tried not to open my mouth, but he gave a slap on my face and made me open it. I took 2 inches of his cock and then bit it. He pushed me away and moved to the other side.

He came back again after a minute and gave me slaps on my face.

Me: This is what I will do every time you make me suck you forcefully.

Then he undressed me in a hurry and made me lie on his bed. Then he spread open my legs and inserted his cock into mine. He kept calling me Chinnal, Kuttiya, and Randi and kept fucking. I hated the smell of his mouth and felt disgusted to get fucked by him.

After 10 minutes of rough fucking, he released his cum into my pussy. After that, we got a chance only once to fuck. This time he fucked me in my room. But he often used his opportunities to slap my ass or grope my boobs for a minute or two.

Later, I, too moved to Pune for work and didn’t meet him much. Around 2015, I heard that he passed away due to some disease. (RIP to him)

The puncture guy :

The best sex of my life to date and a guy with stamina, power, masculinity. I don’t know if I was attracted to his cock because he fucked me better than others. Or the thought of a Brahmin girl getting fucked by a Muslim guy made me go wet every time. Even now, when I think of it.

This happened around 2009/10, and I was 24 at that time. I started working in an IT company in Pune. I started wearing a few modern outfits to office parties. It was a Friday night. We went for an office party. I was returning to my room in my scooty around 11 pm wearing a crop top with shorts.

I was drunk and in a semi-conscious state. It was raining heavily, and suddenly, I had a flat tyre. I looked around to find a puncture shop on the corner. I moved my bike near that stop and saw a Muslim man looking at his phone. He asked me to sit in a small stool which is used for mechanics to sit and do the work.

I didn’t realize at that moment that my thighs were giving a feast to him. His cock became very hard by looking at them.

What happened after that with the puncture guy and who else fucked me to be continued in Part 2. Please share your comments to [email protected] and [email protected].