Naughty Nikki’s Erotic Sex Stories – Part 1

Note to reader: the following erotic sex story is brought to you by me on behalf of the main character of the story, referred to as Nikita or Nikki. I hope you enjoy this one as much as my previous story.

*Nikki’s narration begins.*

Hi, Nikki here.

This story series is about secret sex sessions that I haven’t told anyone about before.

Before starting this story, let me tell you some details about how I look to help you imagine the story more accurately.

I’m currently 28 years old, and my measurements are 38-29-40. My height is 5’8″. Of course, it’s not just that one actress from Canada who can have a 38-inch breast in India.

Now let’s get to the story. This happened when I was around 20, but let me do a quick recap of my life before that.

I lost my virginity to a guy named Adnan before I came to this campus. He was my first boyfriend. He went to a different campus, and we lost connections.

Ashqar was my first boyfriend when I came to this college. Sameer and my friend Sreekanth were also in his gang.

Ashqar used to fuck me hard and even got his friends to do the same to me. On many days, I was at my rented apartment, tired, barely able to move after these sex sessions. Sameer also took part in these sessions. These two were the ones who used me the most.

Ashqar had my implicating photos and videos. So I couldn’t say no to any of his advancements either.

Sreekanth didn’t take part in these sessions and didn’t even know about them happening. He came and looked after me when I got sick due to these sex sessions. That’s how I got to know him better. We had sex at my place.

Later, when I told him about the implicating photos and videos, he secretly quit Ashqar’s gang. He took two other friends and beat Ashqar, forcing him to delete the material. Then he formed his gang.

Then the vacation season came. Sreekanth and I spent a great sexual vacation in his hometown, Kannur. After a long, satisfying vacation with my then-boyfriend Sreekanth, it was time for me to get back to campus.

Things didn’t go bad for the two of us. Ashqar, Sameer or anyone else of his gang didn’t trouble us anymore. However, we got to know someone new. His name was Rishad Hamid.

His body size was like that of Sreekanth. He had a somewhat thin beard covering his face, and his hair was rather short. His skin color was that of someone from the south, much like my own Sreekanth, but darker.

Since my experience with Ashqar and Sameer, also Rishad’s friends was terrible, I was reluctant to know Rishad. But later, Sreekanth said that he seemed like a nice person. Then we also got to know each other.

Yes, he did seem nice, and nothing like Ashqar or Sameer. However, he had a hard time hiding that he also badly wanted to get inside of me.

Once, while Rishad and I were traveling by bus after a hard, long day at the campus. It was already mostly dark by then. I was wearing a short-sleeved blouse and a translucent saree that day because of some cultural event held at the campus.

There were hardly any taxis on the road. A bus came after a long wait, which was significantly crowded.

“Come on. This one is super crowded,” I said.

“If we don’t board this one, we aren’t going home,” Rishad said as he held my left wrist in his right hand and started running towards the bus. This wasn’t something I expected from him, but I didn’t resist either.

We boarded the bus, and a whole bunch of people boarded it after us. Rishad was right behind me. We were standing in the middle portion. That was the darkest part.

I felt something. Rishad placed his palms on both sides of my exposed waist and pushed them towards the opposite sides. He held me tightly against himself. I could feel his growing bulge.

He also started silently kissing the exposed part of my back. I turned my head to my left side and looked at him in disbelief. He didn’t pay any attention and continued.

He started kissing the area between my left shoulder and my neck. First, I didn’t shout at him because he was a good friend of Sreekanth. He was nice to me, until now. Also, I was afraid to create a scene on the bus. Rishad might never interact with me again, I thought.

Rishad was very good compared to Ashqar or Sameer. I didn’t want to lose him that easily. So I decided to hold my tongue until it was safe to talk to him about this.

But as I held back, Rishad kept going. He started kissing and softly biting all over the exposed area of my upper back. He rubbed me towards my boobs and started mauling them.

Later, he started kissing the left side of my neck. As he did so, he placed his right palm on the right side of the exposed part of my upper back. He rubbed me over my right shoulder and towards my boobs.

There, he slid his hand into my blouse and then into my left bra cup. As he started to grope my left boob, he slid his left palm towards my left ass cheek and started groping me there.

Thank goodness the bus was in the dark. Otherwise, we’d have got into a lot of trouble. I slowly reached inside his pants with my right hand. It was the first time I felt his cock. It was hot, and I felt it to be as big as Sreekanth. It felt a bit different because he had no foreskin.

I started moving his skin back and forth slowly. I didn’t want to blow our cover. I did that for a while until I could feel his pre-cum on my hand.

“That’s enough for now,” Rishad murmured to my ear. I pushed his cock back into his undies.

Then, he placed his chin over my left shoulder. He put his left arm around my waist and grabbed my left boob. He tightened his grip on my body. He started hurting my boob. I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Ah,” I gasped. I didn’t gasp with a very low tone, though.

Rishad stopped what he was doing and looked into my eyes.

“Rishad, you’re starting to hurt me,” I murmured towards him.

“Oh,” he said as he pulled his left hand out of my blouse. He placed both hands on the sides of my waist, as before.

Later, as our stop was nearing, I started preparing to get off. It was then he finally let go of me. But he also got off the bus with me. I started walking towards my flat, and he started coming with me.

“What was that?” I asked him.

“What was what?”

We were talking in rather low tones.

“What you did at the bus! How can you do something like that to your friend’s girlfriend?”

“I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, Nikki. You were just there all hot and sweaty, and I couldn’t hold myself back,” he said.

I looked at his eyes. He looked back at me confidently.

“But, don’t tell me you didn’t like that. You always like that. Ashqar told me,” he said at once.

I didn’t quite know what to say.

We didn’t talk to each other anymore. He dropped me at the entrance of the boarding and went away.