Episode 44 8211 Kiran 8217 s Adventure
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My Initiation – Kiran And The Anatomy Lesson free porn video
I was thrilled to get into the Bangalore Medical college (BMC) in the second list after a competitive CET. While many of my peers had not expected me to make the grade, I was not too surprised. Far from being a precocious kid, it was the tense and restricted social environment of growing up in Libya, where my father worked as an Electrical Engineer and my mother at the Indian school, that had made me fiercely competitive. It was a tough transformation at the PU level and I had finally achieved my immediate goal.
The fact that freshers had to wear sarees matched my excitement. I liked the attention my larger boobs would get from all around and the fact that I was pleasantly plump did add to my popularity. The first time I took advantage of this dress code is to let my boyfriend play with my boobs in the Tipu fort, which was the ideal foil for stealing a few kisses and being touched where it mattered. I missed him today as I looked out of the window and the unrelenting drizzle did send quivers between my legs.
I so badly wanted to be held, kissed, I wanted a large pair of hands play with my boobs, I wanted a hot and naughty tongue to suck on my tits. I was hot and bothered on a wet, rainy day. My boyfriend was out of town and my parents and brother were attending a wedding out of town. It was going to be a miserable weekend.
I decided to bunk the next class. It was Pathology and I hated it. In a class of 160 students, I would hardly be missed.The road outside the main entrance to BMC is a One-Way street. The College campus occupies a corner plot and one has to walk north to catch a bus.
It has stopped raining and I took off my coat and slowly started walking towards the bus stop. Kiran, who is one year senior in BMC and who had just bought his RX 100 stopped ahead as he saw me and took off his helmet. Boy, was I glad to see him. It was a bit tough to wade through puddles of water wearing a saree and holding your white coat in one arm and the stethoscope dangling around your neck. With an eagerness to show off his new bike, he promptly took off his backpack, placed it on the fuel tank and offered me a ride home. I readily accepted and had to sit facing one side, thanks to my saree.
The ride was uneventful and we hardly spoke, as he was wearing a helmet. He had dropped me home a couple of times and stayed further down in 6th phase JP Nagar, while we stayed in the 3rd phase. He had met my parents a few times and I had borrowed some of his books while preparing for my Class 12 (PUC) exams. I called him in and we took off our footwear, while he placed his backpack leaning against the wall and sat down on the sofa in the living room.
I went to my room, lazily put my coat on the chair, took off my steth and came back to talk to him. Asked him if he wanted water, or anything to eat and he politely refused. We spoke about his bike and how tough it was to bury ourselves with so much of academics. I asked him if he could help me with some tricks to study smarter. He offered to highlight the important sections in our textbook where most of the questions would come from.
Our medical books are large and heavy. And one of them is Anatomy by Gray.
Without much thought, I told him it was better if he came to my room and sat at my desk and mark the important sections. I keep my room neat and tidy at all times, but have used up half of my built-in cupboards for my books and my clothes occupy the other half. He sat down on the chair and I had to open my cupboards to get my books out.
He could not have missed seeing my clothes, including my neatly stacked innerwear in the lower shelves. I had not expected this at all. I sat down on the bed and eagerly waited for him to guide me through the “important sections”.
The atmosphere in the room was quite tense. I could sense his nervousness at our proximity and was a bit excited myself. It was definitely charged with a tremendous sense of anticipation. I had not changed and was still in my saree and blouse. The silence was palpable and I felt this tingling sensation down my spine. Kiran must have sensed this as well and was flippant in his attempts to remain unflustered.
He was a well built boy, 20 years old and had darker skin than my BF. Probably about 5’9, clean shaven and was a regular at the playground with his soccer buddies. I thought this was an opportunity for us to probably cross that line. He was supposedly seeing a girl called Sushma, who was studying to become a dentist. I asked Kiran if there was a better approach to study anatomy rather than the book itself and tried to smile, in an attempt to lighten up the tense mood.
I could see him stiffen up and the hairs on his forearms were standing. He had the goose pimples to match my blushes.
I held his fingers in mine and asked him to relax. He managed a smile and bravely looked into my eyes. Our gaze held a few seconds as we both leaned towards each other, closing our eyes and locking our lips. Our lips were quivering as they sought each other and I knew in an instant that my weekend would be more memorable than my initial predictions.
He rose up from his chair and grabbed me at the waist as he pulled me closer, his right hand on my naked midriff and his left holding my neck. The frenzied petting had my juices flowing and I just let myself be taken and be dominated. Kiran seemed to know what he was doing and needed little encouragement.
In one swift motion, he had removed the plated part of the saree that was tucked into my petticoat, and the pallu that is thrown back over the blouse was gracing the floor. I stood in my blouse and petticoat, breathing heavily, with a clear view of my cleavage, in anticipation of what would happen next.
While my BF would have laid me on the bed and come on top, Kiran stopped for a moment, before turning my back towards him and started kissing the back of my neck, slowly nudging me to face the wall. My neck arched behind to reach him and mitigate the ticklish sensations, as I let out a faint moan in pleasure and not in protest.
His hands moved down to remove the petticoat and he started unbuttoning my blouse. While my BF and I had been to second base, and he had fingered me, my pussy was still a cock-virgin. I could feel his penis up my butt crack, as he began dominating me. I liked this for a change and waited for his next move with bated breath.
He asked me to turn around and eagerly reached out to my boobs.
He confessed that he was dying to touch, feel and taste them from the time he had seen me and ordered me to undress him. I took off his shirt and he was admired his well toned upper body. He was sweating a bit, but not letting off steam in his performance. Our naked upper bodies were in an embrace as we kissed each other again, this time, our tongues reaching out deep into each others’ mouths. Our ptyalin intermingling in our passion and it felt so good.
I was down to my panties now and valour seemed the better part of discretion. A tiny part of it wanted me to stop, but I was rendered helpless. My legs that had firmly stood on their feet seemed to crumble and Kiran knew he had his catch in the net.
He went down on his knees and pulled down my panties. My feet parted to make way for his tongue and he knew exactly where to proceed. With both his hands firmly holding my Ass, he started parting my outer labia with clinical precision and plunged into my tunnel of love. I could feel his breath on my pussy lips as I desperately tried to half stand – half squat while holding his head in my hands and urging him to dive deeper.
He sensed my discomfort and lifted me and placed me just at the edge of the bed. He then gave me my first tongue lashing that I will remember for a lifetime. There was some guilt about cheating on my BF, but this pleasure was probably worth committing a sin. I must have had at least 2 orgasms as he devoured my pussy, left my clitoris in a mangled mess and had me begging for more.
He now took off his underwear and his Cock was dying to be waited upon. It seemed a tad longer than my BF’s, much thicker and was slightly bent to the left. Kiran wanted me to suck it and I could smell his manhood, dangling just a couple of inches from my face. I held it with a sense of pride and took it all in and sucked on it slowly.
He held my hair and wanted me to look him in the eyes while shouting specific instructions to suck his balls or deep throat him. I had tears in my eyes as I followed every order of his. He then asked me if I had a condom and I shook my head, in the negative. I wanted to preserve my virginity for my BF, but had this feeling, that it was not destined to happen. Kiran was in no mood to listen to me and insisted that we go the whole nine yards.
He laid me on the edge of the bed, spread my legs and in one swift motion, plunged his Cock into my throbbing pussy. It went on for about 8 minutes, as he held my hands down, bit on my nipples, spanked by ass taking turns and fucked me like he owned me. There were a couple of drops of blood and he was sensitive enough to cum on my boobs and not inside me.
We were both so spent and he just slept beside me for a couple of minutes, that seemed like an hour. He took me to the bathroom and asked me to wash up while he cleaned his penis. We did not say much. He asked me if my parents would return soon and I told him that they were away for the weekend for a wedding.
He asked me if he could tell his parents that he would be sleeping over at a friend’s and told me to be ready by 8 PM date, where he would take me to China Garden.
I just nodded in the affirmative and resigned myself to the inevitable. I just needed to sleep over this initiation. I was thoroughly fucked and needed to get back to my senses. Something told me, that it would take a long, long time and my lessons in Anatomy had just begun…
A true experience retold. Names may have been changed. This happened in the late 90’s.
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