Horny Sulekha’s First Fuck

The bus dropped me on the side of the highway. I crossed over and stepped off the express road. Dark clouds had gathered. Despite it being afternoon, there was no sign of the sunlight. I expected it to rain soon. I climbed down the dune and stepped on the street that led to my house.

I stepped through the gates and walked up to the front door. I was glad to be in the shade before the water came down. But my relief was only momentary. On the door was a note from my mom saying they had left for Pune. They won’t return for a few days. The keys were with our neighbour.

I remembered my mom telling me that the day before. She had told me to take the duplicate keys with me. But in the hurry of the morning, I had forgotten. The locality wasn’t that developed back then. My neighbour was on the other end of the road, with a large plot of land separating my house and theirs.

With my backpack slung on my shoulders, I made my way over to their house. The rain wasn’t that heavy, and I was relatively dry when I rang the doorbell. On the third bell, the door swung open, and Atul bhaiya greeted me.

“Hey, Sulekha,” he chirped.

I, at the time, was a teenager of 19. Atul bhaiya was 2 years older than me. He was my neighbour’s only child, unlike me. I have over twenty siblings. Atul bhaiya had broad shoulders, big muscular arms, and a chiselled body. He was a regular at the gym.

He hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and ruffled my hair. He always did that to me. I greeted him with a smile. I won’t lie. I had a little crush on him back then. And in that sleeveless shirt and knickers, he looked hot.

“My mom left the keys here earlier,” I said softly.

“Yes, she did. Mummy told me about it. Why don’t you come in and have a seat? While I fetch it for you,” he offered.

I entered his house and settled on the long sofa. Putting my backpack on the table, I fiddled with my nails. I could hear noises coming from his room. There were more people in there. But those voices didn’t sound like that of his parents. Maybe it’s his friends, I deduced.

“Here you go,” said Atul bhaiya, emerging out of his parent’s room shortly and handing me the keys. “Do you like to have something?”

“No, I will probably get home,” I said quietly.

“It’s raining quite heavily. Do you have an umbrella?”

“No,” I shook my head.

“My parents took the umbrellas with them when they left. And they won’t be back for a couple of hours. So, why not you stay here until the rain stops? There is no point in getting drenched,” he suggested with an elder’s concern.

“I guess you are right” I accepted his offer shyly. “When did you come back from college?” I inquired as he sat down next to me.

“Last night,” he replied, “a couple of my friends from college arrived an hour ago. They literally arrived unannounced. Would you like to meet them?” Before I could answer, he called his friends.

One by one, they came out of the room. I shook hands with them as Atul bhaiya introduced them, “This is Sagar, this is Atif, this is Subhash, Vipin, and this is Arvind Sir. He’s my senior at college.”

Arvind was too strong. Even stronger than Atul bhaiya. I felt like he would break my fingers when he shook my hand. He was bigger and more muscular than Atul bhaiya.

“And guys, this is Sulekha. She’s my neighbour’s daughter,” Atul bhaiya addressed his friends.

“She’s a hot and beautiful girl,” Arvind commented.

“Yes, she is,” Atul bhaiya responded. He pinched my cheek and kissed my hair.

“Bhaiya, I need to use the bathroom,” I said reluctantly. Usually, I wouldn’t say I liked using the toilet at someone else’s house. But on that occasion, I had to. I left them and went into his room.

I closed the bedroom door and then the bathroom door too. After finishing, I exited the bathroom and walked to the bedroom door. I could hear them talk enthusiastically. So, I pressed my ears against the door and tried to listen.

“Let’s do it, Atul,” said someone.

“No, it’s too risky,” Atul bhaiya protested.

“It will be fun,” another argued.

“She’s my neighbour,” said Atul bhaiya comprehensively.

“So what! She’s a girl. And a hot one too. It will be fun. You’ll have fun. We’ll have fun. Let’s do it.”

“What if she doesn’t want it?” Atul bhaiya said hesitantly.

“Leave it to me. You follow my lead,” said a strong voice.

I didn’t understand what they were talking about. So, I turned the knob and came out of the room. Upon my sight, the boys grinned. Atul bhaiya waved me to come over and sit on the sofa between him and Arvind.

Arvind put an arm around me. They struck up a conversation with me. They all seemed to be cheerful and funny. Atul bhaiya would playfully smack my thighs whenever anyone cracked a joke. With the benefit of the hind side, I think they were testing the waters.

Atul bhaiya would ruffle my hair and, one time, even kissed me on the cheek in a friendly manner. As the conversation grew, Arvind placed his hand on my left thigh and kept it there. He caressed my thigh as he talked. I didn’t know what to say. It was a different time, and I didn’t want to sound rude. So, I didn’t protest.

Suddenly, Arvind grabbed the back of my head and pulled it closer. His lips pressed against mine, and before I knew it, we were kissing. I felt his leg twining around my left one. And Atul bhaiya wound his around my right one. In a snap, they pulled my legs in opposite directions, spreading them wide open.

Arvind’s hand moved past the hemline of my skirt and found my pussy. He started massaging it with my panties still on. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Arvind seemed an experienced fellow. My teenage hormones had taken over. A man’s hand had reached between my legs for the first time.

It felt really good. I felt a current surging through my body. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. And my cunt felt like it was on fire. Meanwhile, Atul bhaiya worked on my clothes. After loosening my tie, he unbuttoned my shirt and slowly removed it. Then he undid my bra and dropped it on the table.

Arvind helped him with my skirt. And finally, my panties were removed as well. My shoes and the tie around my neck were the only clothing left on me. Finally, Arvind pulled back, and I drew a breath. Atul bhaiya shifted my left leg to open my pussy even wider.

Atif, Subhash, Vipin, and Sagar were seated across from us. All four were rubbing their cocks at the sight of my naked body. Atul bhaiya grabbed my boob and put it in his mouth. Arvind traced a line along my cunt and then held his hand up.

“She’s wetter than the street in this rain,” he commented, admiring his sticky fingers.

Atul bhaiya rolled his tongue around my hard nipples. I felt a strong jolt surge through my body. I threw my head back, my lips pursed, and a soft moan escaped, “Ahh!”

“Looks like she wants it,” remarked Vipin.

“When are your parents coming back, Atul?” Arvind inquired.

Atul bhaiya let go of my boob and pulled his head up. Looking at his friend, he answered, “I don’t know. But they’ve been gone for over two hours now. So, anytime. Probably. If the rain slows down.”

“And hers?” Arvind pointed at me.

“Her family is gone for days,” Atul bhaiya waved a hand, “she’s alone at home.”

“Then let’s go to her place. Pick up her stuff.”

Arvind picked me off the sofa and hoisted me on his shoulder. My boobs hung freely like mangoes from a tree. They bounced up and down as Arvind made his way to the door.

Atul bhaiya and Atif raced to my house, trying to beat the downpour. It was a good thing that it was raining. It had kept the road deserted. A naked girl being carried by six boys down the street certainly would have been a big gossip around the block.

Within seconds, I was drenched. My hair was as wet as one could imagine. Rain fell hard on my back. Subhash, Vipin, and Sagar walked behind us. They would kiss me every few seconds and fondle my boobs. Arvind kept running his fingers along my pussy to ensure I remained horny.

From Atul bhaiya’s home to mine, I lost count of how many times I moaned. I found my stuff lying on the floor as I entered the drawing room. Atul bhaiya and Atif slapped my butt. Arvind carried me inside and dropped me on the sofa. I smiled as he bent over and kissed me.

Once Vipin had closed the door, the boys started undressing quickly. “Are you ready?” Arvind asked politely. I smiled and nodded. He sat next to me. His cock was big and thick and erected like a tower. I cupped his balls. They were heavy. It must have been full of cum.

I flicked them with my fingers and then wrapped them around his stick. He asked me to put it in my mouth, and I did. Though I had never done it before, I had seen my mother getting fucked many times. I knew what was to be done.

As I started to suck his dick off, other boys formed a circle around me. One by one, I began sucking them off. I jumped from one cock to another. My hand moved back and forth as my lips scaled the length of their tools.

“You suck like a pro,” Arvind remarked charmingly. I pulled my face away and smiled graciously. “Who was the guy who taught you all this?”

“No one,” I replied honestly, “I watched my maa getting banged by various men over the years. I learned from simply watching her. I’ve never had sex before.”

“You are a virgin?” they all said in unison, shocked.

“I am,” I answered.

“Those were some hot blowjobs for a virgin,” said Arvind, “Do you want your first cock?” I nodded. “Who do you want it to be?” I pointed at Atul bhaiya. “Why him?” Arvind inquired.

“I always had a crush on him ever since I saw him having sex with Maa on this sofa,” I replied.

“You fucked her mother!” exclaimed the rest in unison.

“Yeah, she’s a hot woman,” replied Atul bhaiya. A broad grin formed on his face at my mentioning of him having sex with my mother.

“Now, you’re going to fuck her daughter, too,” Arvind teased.

“Are you ready, Sulekha?” Atul bhaiya asked politely.

“I am,” I answered, excited.

Atul bhaiya spat on his fingers and massaged my clit. He rubbed the tip of his cock against my pussy lips before pushing it in. Even though it was just the head that had gone in, I felt a pinching pain. I shrieked.

“Don’t worry. It will be okay. Just give it some time,” Atul bhaiya said caringly.

He remained still, not moving even an inch. His head was perfectly in line with mine. His hand combed my hair. I won’t lie; it did comfort me. He brought his face closer, and our lips met. The kisses eased the pain as his cock moved deeper into me.

Once the pain had subdued, he moved his shaft in and out. The hard stick massaged the inner walls of my cunt. The pain morphed into pleasure, and my cries switched to moans. “Ahh… ahh… ahh… ahh… ahh.”

“Now she likes it,” Arvind exclaimed triumphantly.

“Ahh yes… ahh yes… I love it… I love it… ahh… maa… it’s so good. It’s so good,” I repeated.

“You like it, Sulekha?” asked Atul bhaiya.

“Yes Bhaiya… yes… I like it… I like it a lot… You are amazing, bhaiya.”

“Should I go faster?”

“Yes, Bhaiya,” I said immediately.

Atul bhaiya picked pace. He drilled my pussy faster than before. The inside of my vagina felt like it had been touched by the hand of god. I felt blessed at the moment. My eyes had rolled back, and I was lost in the moment.

A few moments later, I heard him grunt like he was making a great effort. And then he stopped and pulled out. There was blood on his dick, which was definitely from my pussy.

Atul bhaiya stepped off the sofa, and Arvind took his place. He kissed my lips and then sucked my boobs. He cleaned my pussy with my panties and pushed his dick inside.

“Yes… yes… yes… yes… yes,” I moaned as his dick drilled my pussy.

He was going at it hard. It appeared he didn’t want to make it a long session. My boobs rippled with his thrust in perfect synchronization. The sofa rocked with our movement. Thump… thump was the sound that filled the drawing room. It wasn’t long before he cummed in me and moved aside.

Atif asked me to flip over and be on all fours. Once I was in doggy, he kissed my butt cheeks and entered me. His dick was longer than Atul bhaiya and Arvind’s. But he wasn’t as fast as Arvind. He grabbed my butt cheeks as he thumped my cunt.

“Oh yes… oh yes… oh yes… that’s good… that’s good… that’s good,” I said on a loop. My boobs rocked back and forth. Like someone was shaking the tree to make the melons fall to the floor. My fingers were buried into the arms of the sofa.

“You are so great, Sulekha,” remarked Atif, “Man, I’ve never had a body this good,” he added.

“You’re good, too,” I replied, “I’ve been waiting so long to be fucked. To have my first time.”

“And now you have 6 guys to fuck you,” Arvind finished for me.

“Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… oh please… fuck me… please… fuck.”

“Yes, babe… I’ll fuck you… I’ll fuck you… you are made to be fucked… this sexy body was designed to be railed all the time,” Atif said, moving his hands up my back and grabbing my hair. He pulled my head back and slapped my ass while nailing my cunt.

“fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck,” I cried.

After Atif had finished, Sagar took his turn. He sat beside me and asked me to climb on his lap. I guided his cock into my cunt and started bouncing. My boobs bounced up and down. The sofa was making a screeching sound.

“Fuck… what a girl… fuck you… this is sexy… ahh… what a cunt… fuck man… I’m so lucky,” moaned Sagar.

“Fuck… what a day… fuck me… harder… fuck me harder,” I cried.

“Then bounce harder,” replied Sagar.

He grabbed my waist, and I began bouncing faster. My boobs juggled like basketballs. Atul bhaiya shoved his cock into my mouth. I sucked on his stick while Sagar rammed my baby-making hole.

Atul bhaiya left before his parents returned. But other boys remained at my house. They continued to fuck me for a little longer. They had brought their luggage over to my house. With my family gone for days, they decided to stay with me.

We fucked day and night and all the time. After losing my virginity, I started craving for sex even more. Those days were like heaven. I love our lovemaking. But it also got me pregnant.

I gave birth but had to give my child up for adoption as I could not provide for the care. But years later, we did reunite and now live together.

So, guys, this is my story. Let me know what you think about it at [email protected]. I’ll see you in my next one. Bye!