Humping Rajasthani Girl Mili

It has definitely become more westernized, picking up the good and unfortunately bad things that western culture has to offer. The girls are now definitely easier to pick up especially in Bombay and Delhi. This has its good and bad points. The good points of which are obvious.

Anyway, being born and residing in the UK gives me a foreigner’s status. This has its advantages. A lot of Indian girls become very interested in you, it’s a good icebreaker for starters.

It gains you access to such beautiful Indian girls that you normally would not have a chance with in the UK unless you were either rich or perhaps famous or bloody lucky! Another advantage is your pure English accent its like a magnet for some girls.

I’d say my looks were above average for an Indian man, nothing to write home about. I’m certainly not a model but women have called me attractive, amongst other things! I have fairly straggly black hair, 5ft 9 and a bit, well-built broad shoulders, and a halfway house between a middle brown and cream colour skin. The heat of India however makes me glow a more rustic reddish colour making my complexion look much fairer overall. Although I have to wear glasses because of my shortsightedness,I avoid them as much as possible and tend to wear light green contact lenses. Hey a guy has to look good to pull. So I also wear a good selection of designer clothes in India even though I do not tend to wear them as much in the UK.

It helps to have your own transport, my cousin lent me his Suzuki motorbike, I like to wear my pair of designer shades and a carry my portable CD player with me too. Needless to say in the first few days of arriving in India and mixing with friend and relatives I’d managed to pickup about 15 single girls aged between 18-24. I had sex with about half of them; the rest either blew me or gave me a hand-job. These girls all came from well-to-do middle class backgrounds and were all stunners.

That’s three a day you say. Yep! In India there’s any excuse to have a function or party, be it a kid’s birthday, wedding anniversary, weddings etc, good results at work and hundreds of festivals. So it was quite easy to at least have sex with 3 girls a day or more if you wanted.

I don’t want to come across as arrogant or heartless, that just how things are in India at the moment. Anyway I was enjoying a great holiday, I didn’t realise it was going to get better! It was the night of the wedding itself and I knew I was going to score.

With my looks and the Giorgio Armani black suit, white shirt and tie I was wearing it was a sure thing. My cousins and me were checking out the talent. Believe me there was a lot of stunning young girls/women at this wedding.

They were wearing revealing authentic Indian dresses ranging from gold guilded saris to sparkling lengha cholis etc. Every where you looked there was an exposed sight of beautiful female bare flesh, gorgeous hour glass figures, smooth silky midriffs, huge breasts with standy up nipples pointing through such thin material blouses that you wondered why they bothered wearing them! It just so happened my family and I were the guests of honour.

So you can understand why I was the focus of so much female attention throughout the night! Indian female stunners coming up close to me, smelling amazing, brushing against me, eyeing me up and down, flirting with me some even teasing me sexually!

I was about to make my move on this Rajasthani girl Mili (I later found out she was my cousin Mamta’s best friend) who’d been giving me the eye for at least 15 mins when someone else caught my eye.

At first I thought I must have been dreaming is that Aishwarya Rai. I took a second much closer look, no it wasn’t but they way this girl looked she could so easily have been her sister! She seemed like she was poured into a tight satin light pink sari.

She had a gorgeous figure, I’d say roughly 36C-25-37, 5ft 6, lovely hips, mmm, ample sized breasts and lovely creamy white smooth skin. The other girls at the wedding were gorgeous but she seemed like something so special, that she almost glowed. I had to meet her!

My aunt helped me get an introduction and it wasn’t long before we were chatting alone. Her name was Kiran, she was 18. She was even more beautiful closer up than I had suspected. Just thinking of making love to this goddess of a woman for the rest of my life wanted me to marry her then and there. Unfortunately, she was already engaged to some 32-year-old engineer from Jaipur. I stated how beautiful she looked and how easily she could be a model.

She blushed a little, thanked me and said that was what she always dreamed of doing but her father wanted her to study commerce. So she was forced to forget it. Her ambition had also lead her worried father getting her engaged to a guy she didn’t really want.

But being a respectful obedient daughter she did not force the issue with her parents. Which really surprised me since thats what must other girls were doing in India these days. We began to talk for almost an hour; each of us hooked on the other’s every word.

We joked and laughed talking about almost everything and anything. Her smile melted my heart, and for what seemed a while I just looked into her eyes saying nothing. The noise of the wedding and the band was becoming almost unbearable I was feeling a bit queasy and suggested that we both go for a walk. She happily agreed. No one seemed to notice us leave the wedding tent everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves too much.

We walked at a leisurely pace for a while close together. I was taking in deep breaths of her perfume and her smell. She asked me how I felt and I told her I never felt better now that I was with her. She laughed; I laughed, her hand slowly falling to her side clasping my own hand.

We looked at each other and smiled it was almost like we were kids out on a first date. I could no longer hold back I wanted her badly. I stopped still holding her hand whilst she kept going. She stopped abruptly from my gentle tug.

I already made my mind up, no chat up line just kiss her. That’s exactly what I did. Her lips were moist and tender. She didn’t respond at first so I pulled her closer tighter to my aching loins, kissing her more passionately.

Then she kissed me back more deeply, her hands scouring threw my hair. My hands instantly moved to her lovely curvy ass pushing her hips closer to mine as I began to taste her mouth and tongue. She could now feel my raging hard on pressing against her thin sari material.

Mid kisses she gently said no not here. It was getting hot and racy between us both our hands running over each other’s bodies snatching hungry kisses between lips and necks and other parts of the face.

She was right of course we just couldn’t fuck each other in the middle of the street. I quickly grabbed her by the arm and gently guided her to the back of God knows whose bungalow. I leaned her against the back wall and we resumed the kissing to where we left off.

Her sari had now fallen from her shoulder revealing her lovely more than a handful breasts screaming to get out of the tight fighting blouse she was wearing. I could clearly see the nipples since she was not wearing a bra.

Our kissing grew deeper and she gasped mid breath from one of the longer kisses. Kiran learns new skills! “Sanjay I’ve never…” I didn’t let her finish what she was going to say I already knew what she meant. She was incredibly still a virgin.

This just made me even hornier. I broke the clasps on her blouse and greedily grabbed the beautiful melons I was presented with my tongue halfway down her throat. My hands began squeezing her buttock cheeks pushing her hips against my aching cock.

Kiran had delved her hands down the front of my trousers. Letting out a little yelp of excitement as she caressed her first ever cock. The raptures of pleasure I was feeling as she held my member are indescribable.

I began to knead and suck her pendulous breasts, occasionally biting the nipples receiving a resounding gasp of ecstasy from Kiran’s goddess mouth. My hands slowly following the curves of her slender contoured waist down to the layers of sari folds.

That I impatiently pulled at making the sari drop to the ground. Kiran had loosened my belt and opened my zipper, her hands delving into my trousers yanking out my hard on. She looked at it with fascination her fingers lightly waltzing over my tall erection.

She cheekily caressed my cock sending shivers through my body. She enjoyed watching my ecstatic reaction with every little motion of her fist wrapped hard around my member. “So you like seeming me at your mercy do you”, I gasped.

My hands had quickly pulled down her petticoat & white lacy panties to reveal the most gorgeous sight I have ever seen. Her bush was well hairy no shaving of bikini lines here. My hand instantly parting her quivering legs to find a moist love mound.

I gently rubbed along her slit, backwards and forwards before finding her clit. She gently began to moan as I expertly rubbed her clit. Oh! Oh! She would moan. In Hindi she cried fuck me Sanjay, fuck me! I gently parted her cunt lips rubbing the tip of my cock against her love mound and clit. She moaned deeply her breathing getting heavier and heavier. She was really wet now and I gently eased my cock inside her vagina feeling her tight resistance of her virginal hymen. Her hands fell to my bare ass grabbing them tightly.

She looked at me deeply, breathing heavily. “Take it, take me”, she cried. Kiran yells take me! Her eyes were now wide with animal passion she hungrily kissed me staring deep into my opens eyes whilst helping me thrust into her deeply to break her virginal hymen’s poor resistance. Her muffled noise of pain & pleasure resulted in her biting my bottom lip drawing blood from it as my cock was drawing blood from her wet pussy. The kissing became the most intense and passionate as I have ever had in my life.

Her hips moving in gentle tandem to mine, her hands clasping tightly against my ass, my left hand clasping both her cheeks and pushing her into me, my other hand on her breasts massaging and feeling her melons.

My thrusts varied from deep penetrating long ones to quick in outs, our moans being stifled by our glued together lips. She had orgasmed maybe four or five times each time I could feel her quiver all over under me she would then tense up her back arching before finally buckling,

she’d scream in my ear before hungrily finding my mouth again. My thrusts now became more violent and I lifted her up of the ground pushing her harder against the wall. Her natural reaction was to wrap her lovely thighs around my waist her heels digging into my arse egging my thrusts on. Her arms wrapped around my back our mouths still locked together our teeth rattling together with each thrust. Oh Kiran!!!!!!!! My thrusting became harder deeper, she had bled heavily and she was now cumming heavily. My hands were pressed hard against her swaying tits my thumbs rubbing her nipples. She started to moan louder almost shouting into the middle of the night. Oh oh ohmmmmmmm louder and louder.

My thrusting was much faster I could feel her vaginal muscles clasping my cock like a tight vice, her wetness allowing me to penetrate her deeply. Her yelps of pleasure were getting louder with each thrust of my hips.

The thrusting became so intense that the wall was shaking frantically. I felt her heavy breath on my ear she kept repeating one thing over and over fuck me fuck me fuck me. I really began to pound her pussy her pussy no longer tight ever stretching with each animal passion thrust. It was the deep passionate kiss that done I have never been kissed like that before or ever since. My balls tensed up and I shot my copious loads my body pressing her hard against the wall she began to tense up as she climaxed at the same time.

Her pussy overflowed with her cum and mine mixed with a little blood. We must have stood there against the wall me still deep inside her for at least five minutes still kissing. It did not take me long to get hard again and we must have done it at least five or six more times, I lost count.

“We’d better get back my father will be looking for me”, she said. “Not before you do one more thing for me”, I grinned. “What?” she said puzzled. I pushed her shoulders so that her face was now in line with my cock.

Just thinking about violating her sweet mouth with my cock made me erect almost instantly. I guided my cock to her still puzzled expression, before she could say another word my member had parted her lips past her teeth deep into her mouth all she could do was mumble.

She looked at me with an almost hurt expression. “Suck it Kiran my love”, I said hornily. At first she tried to pull away but I gently guided her head back. Slowly I began to thrust in and out of her mouth. She looked deep into my eyes not looking away throughout the whole blowjob.

She reluctantly at first began to suck lightly but gradually she began to suck harder with newfound enthusiasm her hands playfully jiggling my balls whilst my free hands squeezed her succulent breasts.

My balls began smacking her face as I began to thrust into her faster, her nose going deep into my pubic hair. My balls began to tense and I was going to shoot my load with horror she tried to pull away but I forced her head to take my member further into her throat. I began to squirt in her warm inviting mouth in stream jets, feeling my cum splashing at the back of her mouth almost making her choke from the barrage of cum.

“Swallow it”, I demanded. Well there wasn’t much else she could do so she drank as much as she could the rest flooding out of the sides of her mouth falling onto the lower half of her sari dressed body.

“That wasn’t so bad was it?”, as I pulled out of her. She obviously liked the taste because she licked me clean. “Oh shit”, she said as she saw her black strapped watch on her lovely thin wrist. “We’ve been away from the wedding for almost two hours.”

“Two hours! Shit”, I said smiling and not really giving a fuck. She hurriedly dressed not being able to find her white lacy panties, I had quietly pocketed them. I pulled up, my pants and tucked in my shirt.

She straightened up her hair even done her make up with the compact from her purse. I gave her some of the bottled water I’d been carrying to wash away the smell from her mouth and to gargle before I kissed her again.

As we walked back she told me how amazing it had been for her, she’d never had so many orgasms fingering herself and she was glad she’d lost her virginity to me. I don’t know how but sometimes I felt we spoke more with just one deep glance between us.

She said she had fallen for me and I told her the same. She turned round just before we got to the outskirts of the wedding encampment. “I love you”, she said. I was about to say the same before her friend Kavita came running out towards us.

“Quick Kiran your dad’s on the warpath looking for you, you better get over to where Mamta’s sitting so you can say you’ve been with her.” Before I could say anything at all Kavita had pulled Kiran back into the wedding tent.

For the rest of the night I could only get furtive glances at her. Her father seemed to be roosting over her like a hawk. This girl had stolen my heart and I couldn’t even talk to her. For the rest of the night I acted like a wounded bear, my cousin asked me what’s wrong when he saw me ignore girls who were giving me there pussy on a plate. “What’s wrong with you man!”, I just ignored him. The song the band was playing didn’t help much.

It was from a Hindi movie, which went “Kiran Kiran O Kiran Dil Tujko Diya”. It means Kiran Kiran I gave you my love. I got a bottle and had a drink and then another, again giving her fleeting glances. She looked back at me occasionally, that look saying I wish things were different.

Then there were glances of, no what are you doing don’t drink so much, please. She even sent Kavita over to tell me not drink so much. Again I did not listen. I don’t know when I passed out. I had a splitting headache when I woke up, The wedding was well over, it was morning already. At first I saw a figure in the light and I blurted out the first thing I was thinking. “Kiran?!” “No you pig”, said my cousin Rekha. “Do you know you almost fucked up Mamta’s wedding last night!”

I wasn’t shocked to hear her be abusive I was in too much pain from my hangover. “Did you have to drink so much, do u know what the other guests were thinking. At least you passed out instead of shouting or fighting with someone”.

“That poor girl.” “Who?” “You know whom… Kiran! She was crying buckets when she left!” “Why because she regretted what she did?” I said gingerly. “No stupid because she loves you, I saw everything last night. She was dying to be close to you last night, her father sitting over her meant she couldn’t. Circumstances won’t allow you to get together.” “Tell me something I don’t already know”, I said. “Look I love her too and I didn’t even get a chance to tell her.”

“She knows how you feel why do you think she was crying, she feels the same way too! Oh and she says you can keep em.” “Keep em?!”, I said pretending to sound puzzled. Rekha smiled “Yes, you know what she means.”

I lay back down my eyes closing with a big grin on my face. There was a whole month left before I left for home and I naturally fell back into my pick up as many girls routine. I imagined I was having sex with Kiran whilst screwing these other girls.

It was great but not the same. I found out from Rekha that Kiran was getting married shortly after I left. I did not want to hear that. About a year later I had a letter from my cousin Rekha telling me that Kiran had a boy on January 15th and that Kiran swore that it was our love child.

She had already been pregnant when she got married. Rekha confirmed it was mine because she was the one that took Kiran to the clinic. At first I didn’t believe this but when I looked at the photo enclosed of the baby I couldn’t believe what I saw.

He looked exactly like me when I was a toddler. I even compared one of my baby photos to it. My God I had a son! The letter went on to say Kiran’s husband thought it was his and because he was a good man she would not tell him it wasn’t.

She didn’t want any money or involvement from me but she promised to tell her son one day when he was old enough who his real father is. She’d named the baby after me Sanjay. On the back of the photo Kiran had written the message,

“I will always hold you deep in my heart, love Kiran.” with a red lipstick mark imprint from her lips. I held the picture close to my heart knowing I may never see her again. I soon smiled though as I still had her white unwashed lace panties that I had pocketed. Comment me on [email protected] I am in Mumbai now