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Ayesha belonged to a progressive family in Delhi, India . She was the last of three sisters and all three were raised to be highly educated. Her eldest sister worked as an Air Hostess for a major international airline, and the other sister was a teacher in a very reputed school.

Unlike other last born c***dren, Ayesha while being very smart and intelligent, was a shy and introverted girl. She was very beautiful and charming young woman, with a face that displayed an innocence that one couldn't help but admire. She was slim but the right amount of curves in the right places though she always dressed modestly enough and most of the time her figure was never really obvious. She only had two friends and both were girls. One was named Shalini and the other Nikita. They were a lot more out going than her and any real life experiences Ayesha had had, was mainly due to them. However, like any other normal young woman, Ayesha was also curious about guys. It was safe to say that she had never been on a date, but certainly the desire to experience one was always present. She had a desire to experience some of the things that the other girls in college used to discuss amongst themselves in the midst of their blushes and giggles.

One of Ayesha's sources of sexual curiosity and inspiration was her older Air Hostess sister, who often got late night calls from guys. At times, Ayesha would eavesdrop on her conversations and hear words like "you're so naughty," "you're making me horny again," and once even "we can't do it tomorrow, I'm having my periods." Even though her sister's company had arranged for transportation, often times Ayesha would notice that she would get rides from a guy, who she guessed was her sister's boy friend. So, according to Ayesha's thinking, if her sister could be so liberal then so could she. Ayesha didn't know how to get out of her social cocoon, but hope always kept her going. Hope of being with one of the many guys she had been curious about in college.


One of the guys that Ayesha was curious about was Mohit. Mohit was a very jovial, caring, good natured and good looking guy. He had a charm about him that always made other people laugh. He lived in her locality/development and while was cordial with her, was good friends with Shalini, whom he had met in college. Mohit and Shalini had dated for a while and had mutually decided to just be friends. The fact that there was no animosity or bitterness between the two had made their friendship even better.

Ayesha always though of Mohit as a handsome man, but due to her respect for Shalini and also being very shy, never initiated anything. However, she had spent many a nights fantasizing about him while masturbating. Her orgasms were always strongest when she imagined Mohit making love to her and pleasuring her till she lost all her senses. She would imagine his naked body on hers, his weight pressing down on her; his lips on her lips, on her neck, and her breasts. She would imagine him sucking on her nipples till they were hard and raw and finally when his hard cock would enter her steaming wet pussy; her whole body would stiffen just by the power of her thoughts. Imagining the speed of his pumping, she would rub his clit furiously till her orgasms rippled though her and her pussy squirted her cum all over her finger.

Ayesha's curiosity started to change when she was 21 during her college exams. On the last day of exams, Ayesha and her classmates decided to stick around the campus and relax for a while in the cafeteria. Without warning, the weather changed and it started to rain very heavily. The end of the downpour not being in sight, the girls decided to head back home. Out of the seven girls, Ayesha was the only one going on the opposite direction than the group. She waited in the rain for a while for a Taxi or Auto (a small mode of public transport popular in India). Time went by, and Ayesha kept getting wetter but no relief was in sight.

Mohit had also finished his exams in the middle of the rains. He had his own motorcycle and was about to go home when he spotted Ayesha trying to find a ride. Since they both lived in the same locality, he decided to offer her a ride. He rode up to where she was waiting.

"Hi Ayesha, let me give you a ride home."

"No it's ok," Ayesha said. "I'll just take a taxi or an Auto."

While Ayesha was from a progressive family, getting a ride from a guy in the rain was still a questionable act in India . It was a perfect way to start people talking and being an introvert herself, Ayesha didn't want any of that.

"The weather is horrible and if you stay out in it any longer, you'll get sick," Persisted Mohit. "I'm going home as well and I'll just drop you at your place, I promise."

Ayesha pondered for a minute, and the never ending rain was getting colder by the minute. She accepted his offer and got on the back seat. Unsure of what to do, she placed her hands on his shoulders for support. Anyone who has experience driving in India or any big city will attest to the fact that stop and go traffic is the norm , so a couple of time when Mohit had to brake hard, Ayesha felt her breasts push against his back. This was the first time her breasts, albeit fully covered, had touched another man. Ayesha's reaction surprised even her for her nipples started to harden every time they touched Mohit. Typical of traditional Indian girls, Ayesha always dressed in Shalwar (loose pants) and Kameez (long thigh/knee length shirt) ensemble to her college.

By the time they reached Ayesha's home, both Mohit and Ayesha were completely drenched. When Ayesha got off the back, she noticed that her kameez was clinging to her body like a second skin making her breasts and hard nipples look very prominent. Mohit simply smiled when he saw that, and Ayesha following his gaze started to blush a deep red and began to walk into her house after saying her thanks.

She got home and immediately went to her room. Without taking off her clothes, she stood in front of her mirror and looked at her nipples still poking out of the kameez. Gingerly, she touched one of them was amazed at how hard it felt, like a small stone. Making sure her door was locked; she took off her kameez and looked at her bra covered breasts. Her bra was wet, making it partially see-through, and her small drops of water were slowly moving down her cleavage. Ayesha has inherited her figure from her mom and sisters. Her 36 inch breasts were round and firm without any trace of sagging and were capped with large brown nipples that stuck out almost an inch when hard. She had a slim waist and wide 37 inch hips similar to the other women in the house.

Reaching back, she unhooked her bra, and saw her breasts in a whole new light. The nipples were darker and harder than she had ever seen them and they stood out prominently in contract to her fair skin. She gently cupped with her hands and for the first time they felt heavy to her. She closed her eyes, and thinking back to the moments when her breasts touched Mohit, started to press her fingers on her hard nipples. She pinched them with her thumb and fingers and gently pulled on them feeling tremors or excitement go through her. She continued caressing her breasts with her hands and when opened her eyes, saw that her breasts were red and her face was flushed. The nipples were poking out more than she had ever seen them and now she was feeling heat between her legs that wasn't there moments ago.

Ayesha used her middle finger to part pussy lips apart. She started to rub her slit, caressing her lips rubbing her finger around her hole. She brought her finger up to her clit, rubbing circles around it, back down to her hole. Her finger was coated with her juices and with a gentle push, the finger slid into her pussy inch by inch until the whole dinger was inside her depths. Ayesha moaned and started to finger fuck her wet little hole, and her pussy was making gushy, sucking sounds. Her juices were oozing out and started soaking her fingers. Ayesha continued fucking her pussy with one hand, and then started to caress her sexy breasts and nipples with the other. The nipples were aching for relief. She imagined Mohit pleasuring her every inch of her body, and not able to hold back any longer, Ayesha plunged her middle finger deep into herself. She picked up her speed and was moving her finger in and out till she felt her pussy clamp down on her finger and her orgasm exploded in her. She was still panting from her orgasm when she did something she had never done before; she brought her wet finger out of her pussy and up to her mouth and she sucked it into her mouth, licking it clean this was the first time she had tasted herself and the salty/tangy taste was more arousing to her than she could have imagined.

Two days after this incident, Shalini and Ayesha were hanging out at the mall enjoying a cup of coffee, when Mohit happened to drop by. Shalini invited Mohit to their table and Ayesha's initial reaction was to blush thinking back to what had happened to her after her last encounter with Mohit.

"Hi Shalini, Ayesha, it's nice to see you guys." Mohit said cheerfully.

"Good to see you too, Glad you could join us." Shalini replied.

"Only someone crazy and stupid would turn down an invitation from two beautiful women." Mohit smiled back, looking at Ayesha and then Shalini.

Ayesha tried hard not to blush while Shalini laughed, "You are quiet the charmer." She turned to Ayesha and then said. "Ayesha tells me you were a gentlemen a couple of days ago, and gave her a ride home."

"Yea," Mohit said, "I saw a damsel in distress and jumped at the rescue."

"Thank you again," Ayesha said quietly. "I really do appreciate it."

"If you really want to thank you, you can return the favor." Mohit said with a glint in his eyes.

"What favor?" Ayesha asked and Shalini eyed Mohit suspiciously.

"Well, you can be my friend." Mohit replied.

Maybe it was his sincerity, maybe because he was already Shalini's friend, or maybe because of what happened two days ago, Ayesha simply said OK and offered her hand. Mohit smiled warmly and accepted Ayesha's hand of friendship. Thus Mohit was Ayesha's first male friend. The trio enjoyed their coffee and talked for hours. This was the first time Ayesha had felt this kind of comfort with a guy. He was down to earth yet confident. He was funny, but not cheap. He had a warmth and charm around him that made her trust him despite the short duration of knowing him. What Ayesha didn't know and failed to realize that this friend ship was going to progress a lot further than either of them anticipated or thought possible.

A week later, Ayesha got a call from her new friend asking her to accompany him to a dance party the following weekend.

"I don't know Mohit," Ayesha said apprehensively. "I've never dance with a guy before." This was a dream come true for Ayesha, but imagining something and having it come true was a totally different issue.

"Well Ayesha," Mohit said at the other end, "It's a couple only party and no single men allowed. I'd really like to go with you."

"Well if it's couples only, you can go with Shalini," Ayesha said a little nervously.

"I don't want to go with Shalini, I'd rather go with you." Mohit said

"Oh? Why is that?" Ayesha persisted

Mohit was silent for a long while before saying, "Because I really like you and have been thinking about you this whole week, and you're the only one I want to go with to this party. If you don't come with me, then I won't be going."

Ayesha was stunned at Mohit's honesty and sincerity. She didn't say anything for a long moment, and Mohit on the other end was holding his breath hoping that he hadn't crossed a line.

"Ok, I'll go with you" Replied Ayesha and Mohit sighed in relief.

"Thanks, I'll call you back with the details," and hung up the phone. Ayesha was feeling hot under the clothes and felt heart beating faster both in excitement and also in nervousness. She was going on her first date and with a guy she liked.

The next evening Mohit called with the details of the weekend and after working out the timings and the picking up and dropping off logistics, Ayesha immediately called Shalini and told her of her plans. Being a true friend, Shalini was equally excited and helped Ayesha on what to wear. She advised Ayesha that as a dance party traditional clothes were absolutely a no, so advice her to wear a t shirt and jeans ensemble. There was no bitterness or jealousy in Shalini's voice, and Ayesha even felt that Shalini might know exactly what Ayesha's needs to do for Mohit to be interested in her. Taking her friends advice, Ayesha wore a black t-shirt over a tight pain of jeans. She also let her hair loose and applied just a touch of make up, and finally wore her perfume.

Mohit again picked her up on his motorbike and Ayesha sat back again. Mohit just turned back his head back and before starting off simply said, "Ayesha, you look beautiful!"

Ayesha blushed and braced herself again. During the ride, her breasts bumped into Mohit's back several times and each time she loved the pressure they felt. Her bra was not doing anything to hide the excitements her nipple were feeling, but the fact that it was dark and the t-shirt was black, it didn't make them too obvious.

When they reached the party, Mohit took Ayesha's hand and escorted her inside. The place was filled with couples and Ayesha was mesmerized. These days, with India 's booming economy, there has been a lot of western influence in the big cities. A perfect example of that fact is that today, Valentines Day is celebrated with as much vigor as Eid, Diwali, and Christmas. So the dance party was really totally lit up and up to any competitive standards. The music was excellent for dancing, and Mohit continued walked straight to the dance floor and holding Ayesha's hands started moving to the music. Ayesha wasn't sure what to do, but Mohit kept smiling at her as he danced with her and around her. Sensing her hesitation, Mohit drew her close and whispered in her ear.

"You are making all the other women jealous with your looks just by standing here."

Knowing that he was only saying this to make her more at ease, Ayesha smiled at him and felt herself relax. She slowly started moving to the music and pretty soon was in her comfort zone with Mohit. As the hours flew by, Ayesha felt more alive than she had even been before. She danced with Mohit to the hearts delight. The dance to desi music, western music, latin music, everything. Mohit was a great dance partner and Ayesha felt her inhibitions going away. She started touching him more and more during the dance, and emulating some of the other couples, some of the steps brought them close enough to feel each other body heat as well as each other breaths. Ayesha was having an amazing time and with each minute felt herself growing close and closer to Mohit.

As it is with most dance parties, the last few songs are slow songs that are usually for couples that are already in a relation ship. While some of the couples left the dance floor, Mohit didn't say anything but looked at Ayesha while gently holding her hand. Ayesha looked at him and after a moment's hesitation, got closer to him and gently placed her head on her chest. Mohit wrapped his arms around Ayesha and gently moves to the music. Ayesha wrapped her arms round Mohit and felt his heart beating in his chest. As the last dance was coming to a close, Ayesha felt Mohit hand slip on to her butt and gently squeeze it.

Ayesha was both surprised and thrilled by this one act. She felt her body flush immediately and a wave of intense heat hit her. She wrapped her arms even more tightly around Mohit. This was Ayesha's first realized of her feeling for Mohit. This one act proved to her that her body had already accepted Mohit, and her mind felt at peace despite know the reality of the situation.

When Mohit dropped her home, Ayesha was completely dazed and saying a lingering goodbye, we immediately ran to her room, and stripped. She threw her black top on the floor and struggled out of her jeans. She took off her bra, freeing her aching breasts and pulled down her soaking panties.

Falling on the bed, she opened her legs wide and began fingering herself again. This time her fingers were drenched instantly, she couldn't believe how turned on and wet she was. It was great, and it felt great! She began fingering herself and rubbing her clit with her free hand. Feeling her orgasm building up, her fingers kept their fast pace and her pussy was spread open wide. It hit her and she let the whole orgasm overtake her body. She was so aroused that her cum squirted leaving behind a wet trail of pussy juice and cum on the sheet. Cum was dribbling over her hand and fingers, she felt herself catching her breath and her free hand pinching and rubbing her nipples.

Despite the powerful orgasm, Ayesha was still horny. Turning over on her stomach, Ayesha raised her ass up in the air, not missing a beat with her fingering. She slid her pussy drenched fingers out of her little hole and rubbed up and down over her pussy lips and moved up to her tight tiny asshole. Slowly rubbing two fingers over the forbidden entrance, her body was shaking with anticipation and excitement. She felt her wet asshole become softer and more inviting now. Her breathing almost to a stop, she was so excited about the new feeling and sensation she is going to give herself. Ayesha slowly slid the wet index finger into her well lubed asshole, feeling the first knuckle sliding inside. Her tight butt hole kept squeezing on her finger, making it harder to push in.

Sliding her finger out of her butt, she spit on it getting it wetter to slide in with better ease. Returning to her virgin butt, she slid it back inside and this time it went in easier. She felt the second knuckle go in, spreading her tightness to a better comfort. When she finally relaxed and got over the initial excitement and anticipation, she relaxed her ass more to slide in as far as she can go with one finger. Pushing it in and out, stretching her little hole and feeling a little bit of pain that soon turned to pleasure. Ayesha had never done this before, not had she been this horny ever. The new feeling took her over fast, she flipped on her back again with her finger still in her asshole, and Ayesha shoved two fingers inside her dripping pussy to finish herself off. Her breaths were fast and barely coming out, and her body sending out wave after wave of pure, raw pleasure. Her double hole finger fucking left her breathless and shaking on her bed. Her body naturally curling up and she slid her fingers out of both entrances. Her ass finger feeling slimy from the saliva and pussy juice mixed with ass. And her other two fingers and most her hand was drenched and sticky from her pussy juice and cum.

That night Ayesha spent dreaming of Mohit and three days later when Mohit called again and invited her to his place to meet his sister, Ayesha readily accepted. Since this was a big deal, Ayesha decided to spend a bit extra time getting ready. She went to the beauty parlor and got arms and legs waxed. She even took extra care and shaved off her underarms and pubic area. She wore a traditional outfit with a blue shalwar and yellow kameez which she topped off with a white dupatta (a long cloth often d****d over the bosom for modestly).

Mohit picked her up in the afternoon and drove to his place. He took Ayesha inside and had her sit down in the living room. He sat down next to her.

"I have a confession to make," He said. "My sister isn't here."

Looking at the onset of confusion at Ayesha face, he continued. "While my sister does want to meet you, right now my whole family is out of town for two days. Other than the maid who comes and goes, there is no one here. I wanted to spend some time alone with you so we can get to know each other and I wasn't sure if I had been honest with you before, you would agree to come over."

Ayesha was quiet for a moment, and then said, "Ok you are forgiven but no more lies. And for future reference, I too want to spend time alone with you."

The look the Mohit's face was priceless. He gently held Ayesha's hand and bent down and kissed her fingers. Then called on his maid and asked for some tea. Throughout the tea, he kept looking at Ayesha who could feel his eyes probing her. Rather than feeling offended or uncomfortable, she was enjoying his eyes on her, and was thrilled that he found her desirable.

The maid left after taking care of the dishes and soon the two of them were really alone. As soon as she left, Mohit closed and locked all the doors. Then turned to his stereo system and started the music. It was similar to the music they were dancing to at the party. Mohit walked over and Ayesha expected him to reach out for her hand, but Mohit went straight for her dupatta and wrapped it around his neck like a scarf and started dancing.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious without the duppata, Ayesha folded her arms around her bosom.

"Dance with me, Ayesha" Mohit said extending his hand.

"Give me the duppata Mohit, I'm feeling shy," Ayesha said.

"Then you have to dance with me," Mohit continued and teased her by flicking the duppata out to her just out of her reach.

Soon Ayesha conceded and slowly dropped her arms and started to dance. In moments she was back to the same Ayesha that was dancing with him in the party. The dupatta was soon forgotten. Mohit pulled Ayesha to him and the two were dancing like they do in music videos. Their bodies inching closer, their hands touching and roaming on each other and their desires getting worked up and it was only a moment of time when their relation ship was going to taken to the next level.

Giving into the moment, Mohit pulled Ayesha to himself and hugged her tightly. Ayesha wrapped her finger around him and closed her eyes. She could hear this heart thumping almost as loudly as hers. Then she felt his lips touch her neck, the felt jolts of electricity run though her body. She wrapped her arms tighter around him as Mohit kissed her neck again. Mohit then gently placed his hand on Ayesha face and lifted it off his chest so the two were looking at each other. Both had a look of desire and anticipation.

Mohit caressed Ayesha's face with the back on his finger and his eyes had warmth and sincerely that made her melt. He gently kissed her forehead, and then her cheeks. Ayesha slowly arched her neck back and Mohit slowly, tenderly pressed his lips to hers. Ayesha first kiss was everything she had imagined it to me. Her whole body felt as if it was on fire. Mohit's hands were roaming up and down her back and gently caressing her ass cheeks and pulling her up.

The lovers broke their tender kiss and looked into each other eyes. Both knew they wanted more, and pressed their lips to each other again. This time, when their lips touched, Mohit's tongue pried her lips apart and made her mouth open enough to let their tongues touch. A sh ock went though Ayesha's body from her knees to her nipples when his tongue met hers and their lips pressed hard against each other.

Their kissing was getting louder as their passions were overtaking them. Again, Mohit parted her lips and sent his tongue darting into her mouth. Ayesha's eyes closed tightly and she arched back, as his plunging tongue explored her mouth while his lips pressed against hers with terrible hunger. She felt the upwelling of lust that threatened to overwhelm her and the fires that the passionate kiss kindled in her healthy young body sent her up on her toes. His chest was pushing onto her breasts, crushing them, making her nipples hardened in retaliation. Soon, Ayesha was kissing him back with equal vigor, her own tongue answering his probes, slithering up against his in that lewd intimate dance that only lovers know. Then Mohit pulled back, and she was left breathless and panting, her breasts heaving in the aftermath of their first kiss, and her concealed pussy had started to soak her panties.

Going with beats of the music, and still not breaking eyes contact, Mohit slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall off his body. She moved closer to Ayesha and she slowly touched his bare chest with her fingers, feeling his skin, his heat, and the wisps of hair that gave him a true manly look. Not stopping with just the shirt, Mohit continued his stripping and soon was only in his shorts. This time Ayesha walked over to him and hugged his almost naked body feeling the heat emanating form his skin. The couple started kissing again, their tongues dancing in each other mouths, and the sounds of their kisses almost as loud as the music. Mohit's cock was straining in his shorts, and pushing insistently on Ayesha's covered thigh.

Ayesha was in a daze by now. Her lust had taken over her and being with Mohit in this state was sparked a huge desire for physical satisfaction in her. She felt her whole body get hot and started to ache with lust. Her breasts were feeling heavy and her nipples were so hard they felt ready to rip out of the bra cups. Her pussy was now oozing her juices out and her panties were soaked and had started to creep into her vagina's slit.

Breaking their kiss, Mohit whispered in her ear, "I heard that girls keep themselves hairless."

A moment later, Ayesha whispered back, "You'll have to check for yourself to find out."

Not missing a beat, Mohit started unhooking her kameez from behind (kameez usually have a few hooks or buttons at the back just below the neck). He reach down and held on to the hem of the kameez and slowly raised it to her mid-riff. He then got on his knees and kissed her exposed belly. Ayesha started feeling her legs weaken with each kiss of his hot lips on her skin. Mohit continued to raise the kameez inch by inch, kissing her exposed skin all the up to her cleavage. Ayesha raised her hand to help him out and Mohit pulled up her kameez just enough to cover her face and trap her arms momentarily. He took a moment to admire her bra covered breasts and before Ayesha could react, he bent down and kissed her cleavage. Ayesha let out a moan which made Mohit's cock twitch. He pulled out the Kameez completely and threw it aside.

Ayesha's body was hot and she was breathing rapidly. Mohit took her in his arms again and kissed her lips and neck passionately. Now wanted to let her go, he slowly turned her around so that her back was pressed on to her chest. He then slowly lowered his arms and gently cupped great bra-clad breasts. Ayesha moaned again, and raised her head back and kissed Mohit. Their tongues slipped into each other mouths as his hand caressed and massaged her breasts. Her nipples are poking out and felt to Mohit. He slowly slipped one of his hands down to the waist band of her shalwar and pulled on the knot of the waistband. The waistband was non elastic and as soon as the knot was undone, the shalwar fell onto the floor. She turned around again, stepping out of the heap and continued their passionate kisses. It was an amazing site to see the two lovers locked in their passionate embrace, dressed only in their underwear.

Ayesha looked heavenly to Mohit and unable to control his lust and desire, he moved his hand up her back, tracing her spine with his finger, all the way up to her bra strap. Then with nipple finger, he unhooked the bra, and using his teeth, he pulled the straps off both shoulders one at a time. He kissed her neck and bare shoulders and then parted from her just enough to let the bra fall off her body and expose her breasts.

Mohit reached his hand across to her and lightly touched his palm to the nipple of her left breast. Ayesha drew in a deep breath and locked her eyes with her lover. Mohit slid his palm down dragging the skin over her nipple. Mohit rubbed my fingers in a wider circle now and stroked across her nipple. He kept pushing as the circle went across her nipple which was quickly getting harder and harder. He then heard a soft moan and looking up to her he saw she had her eyes closed. Mohit closed his fingers as he pulled away, allowing them to all draw in to gently pinch her nipple just as his hand pulled away. There were goosebumps all over her skin and her nipple had hardened. He moved my face in to meet with her other breast. Mohit mimicked his previous finger motion with his lips. As his lips closed on her nipple, he pulled away, not letting her breast leave contact with his lips until the force of their pressure was no longer enough to pull.

Mohit bent once more to kiss her, a fierce kiss that matched the look in his eyes and then took her breasts in his hands again, and raising one hard nipple to his mouth. Ayesha almost fell to the floor as sh e felt his hot mouth on her breast, ravaging it.

"Your breasts are so beautiful. You don't know, you'll never know, how much I love them." He gasped.

When his mouth engulfed her nipple, she cried out once, a sharp, piercing sound that turned to whimpers as he began to suck. His tongue licked and roamed around the hard nipple as he sucked.

Ayesha's feeling was like nothing sh e had ever known and sh e wanted to be able to see his eyes as he did this. How she found her voice to tell him what she wanted, she would never know.

"Mohit, My god Mohit, I love this." Aye sh a groaned

He took his mouth from her nipple, and picked her up in his arms and took her the few steps to the sofa, gently putting her on her back.

Kissing his way down, Mohit planted a wet trail from Ayesha's heaving breast to the waist bad of her completely drenched panties. His slipped his fingers into both sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down. The panties made a gentle slopping sound as they pulled away from her pussy and Mohit was delighted to see not a single strand of hair was present on the Aye sh a's glistening pussy.

Mohit slipped his fingers inside of her, making her gasp as he spread her juices all over her bare pussy. As he brought them up to her clit, sh e jumped slightly. He sucked her nipples back into my mouth as he fingered her, sliding his fingers inside of her while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

Aye sh a was lost in a daze. She left that he had left her own body was was in a realm that sh e couldn't have imagined before. It didn't take long before all this stimulation got to Ayesha, and she cried out.

"Ohhhhhh Gooooodddddddd Mohit. Oh my Goooddddddd...." was all sh e could manage as sh e had her first orgasm.

Aye sh a pulled Mohit to her and kissed his over and over. His cock was rock hard and needed attention. As sh e kissed him, Mohit took her right hand and brought it down to his cock. She pulled away in surprise. Mohit broke their kiss and put her hand back, this time rubbing his cock with her hand. Once the sh ock wore off, Ayesha started to rub his cock with steadily growing confidence.

"You like this?" she asked.

"Mmmmm...." was all Mohit could say.

Mohit lifted his hips and pulled off his boxers. Aye sh a stared at his cock, waving back and forth. For a moment she seemed unsure. She was horny and really wanted to have sex, but now that she was at the point of no return, she was a bit apprehensive. Sensing this, Mohit told her to close her eyes. He squeezed his cock, and had some precum oozing out. He scooped it off onto his index finger, and then pressed his middle finger -- coated with her juices -- against her lips. Ayesha opened her mouth and Mohit slipped my finger in. As she sucked off her juices, Mohit told her to open her eyes. She saw the liquid on his finger, as he pulled out his middle finger and inserted his index finger into her mouth. She sucked off his precum, mixed with her juices.

Ayesha was burning with desire now. This simple act of tasting his fingers took away all his fears. She wanted him and she wanted to be fucked by him, right here and right now. Her pussy was twitching and flowing more freely than sh e had ever felt during any of her masturbation sessions.

Mohit pulled his fingers out, and took Aye sh a's hand and put it on his cock. Slowly she started rubbing him again. Mohit reached down and rubbed Aye sh a's wet pussy. He slipped his fingers back inside of her, making her arch her back to take them deeper. He bent down over her, his cock teasingly rubbing against her pussy. Ayesha jumped a little when she felt his hard cock on her pussy.

It took all Mohit's self control not to fuck her then and there, but he wanted to make this experience everything she would have hoped to be. He slowly kissed down her body and Ayesha tried to pull him back on top of her. He was too strong and moved down her stomach towards her virgin slit. Ayesha had lost all coherent thoughts by this time and all she wanted, actually needed, was pure sexual release.

"Ohhhh God, Mohit. I want you inside of me." She groaned.

Mohit didn't listen to her. He wanted to taste her pussy before he fucked her. He got between her legs and looked at the glistening hairless pussy. Mohit inhales at the pure beauty of it. The outer lips were already a shade of dark pink and puffy and, and were slightly open revealing her wet inner lips. Her pussy was contracting every few seconds and was oozing her juices out which were trickling down her asscrack and coating her asshole. Not able to control himself, Mohit gave her pussy a long lick from the bottom up to her clit.

"Ohhhhhhh Goooddddddddd....." Ayesha groaned like an a****l in heat. She put her hands behind his head and as Mohit started kissing and licking her sweet pussy, Ayesha began to thrust her hips at his face. Mohit rubbed her clit with his thumb as he licked her up and down. Ayesha juices tasted so good. Mohit licked like an expert moving his tongue slowly first over her outer lips then sliding his tongue inside her oozing hole. Ayesha couldn't even fathom the electricity that was jolting from the pussy. Her mind was blank and other than the sexual groans he was making, she was not capable to making a single comprehensible word. Mohit pu sh ed two fingers back inside of her and sucked her clit into his mouth. Ayesha clenched her legs around his head and let herself go.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!" Ayesha screamed as her body convulsed. She felt her breath leave her and almost had an out of body experience. Ayesha felt as if the her life force was being sucked out of her, and the intensity that was rippling though her was nothing like she had ever experienced before.

Mohit continued to suck on Ayesha's clit as she came and coated his face with her cum. Finally as Ayesha came down from her orgasmic crest, Mohit pulled his face from her pussy and looked into her eyes. Ayesha looked like an angel in her orgasmic bliss. But he wasn't done with her yet. Ayesha was slowly catching her breath, trying to understand what she just experienced when she saw Mohit move away from her pussy.

Mohit positioned himself over her body as they kissed again, his cock pressed against her virgin hole as they kissed and the now red bulbous head was trying to pu sh its way inside her eager and lusty hole. Mohit broke their kiss and took his cock in his hand.

"Are you ready?" he whispered asked.

Ayesha closed her eyes and nodded slowly. She braced herself for her first penetration. This was the moment she had been waiting for a long time and it was finally here with the man she loved.

Mohit eased his cock inside of her, watching as first the head, then the next couple inches eased inside. Then he let go of his throbbing cock as he held himself up over her and pu sh ed slowly. Sliding a couple more inches, Mohit stopped. He bent down and they kissed again, his cock halfway inside her. As they broke their kiss, he looked deep into her eyes.

"I love you, Ayesha," He reassured her.

These were the words Ayesha was dying to here from Mohit. "I love you too, Mohit."

Mohit pulled his cock out until just the head was inside, then thrust back inside and slid all the way inside her tight pussy. Ayesha cried out in pain as Mohit had stretched her pussy more than it had ever been before. Ayesha felt her pussy clamp down on Mohit's cock like a vice. She hoped that she wouldn't hurt him, but Mohit wrapped his arms around her, and whispered, "It's OK Ayesha."

Ayesha kissed him lovingly, and she knew sh e was alright. Slowly Mohit pulled out of her, before thrusting again. Each time he drove his cock inside of her she moaned, making him fuck her harder. Mohit arched his back to take her breasts into his mouth as he thrust his cock in and out of her wet pussy. Again and again he slid his cock inside of her, bringing her closer to cumming again with each thrust. Mohit was barely pulling out of her before thrusting back in, slamming my cock deep and hard inside of her. As he fucked her over and over, he could sense her orgasm building. He sucked harder on her nipples as he tried to drive his cock deeper inside of her, not even pulling out, just pushing deep and hard in her pussy.

Ayesha was again lost with in the lust of her sex. She knew that the first time was always painful and she was ok with that. Her pussy was in pain as well and pleasure and soon she felt the impending orgasm overtake her. She screamed out, and came hard, coating his cock with her sweet juices. Mohit held still while sh e came, her muscles squeezing his deep inside of her as sh e came. As her orgasm subsided, Mohit started thrusting again but couldn't hold on. Not wanting to cum inside her, he pulled his cock out just as he exploded in his own orgasm.

Mohit shot what seemed like a gallon of cum over her slipping it all over her belly and even shooting up to her breasts and neck. Ayesha just watched open mouth and wide eyed at the amount of cum he was able to shoot out of his cock. She watched as Mohit, exhausted, from his effort. Slowly caught his breath and laid next to her. The scent of their juices and sweat filled the room. Ayesha rolled next to him, wrapping her arms around him as sh e laid her head on his stomach. This was perfect, she had had sex and she had given her virginity to the man she loved. But she wasn't done it. Mohit had ignited a lust and passion her that wasn't yet satisfied.

Ayesha put her face next to Mohit's and whispered in his ear, "This has been the best experience of my life"

She then kissed him passionately, her tongue finding his. He kissed her back with confidence and strength. She felt like she was on fire, her skin tingling and an incredible heat building inside her. the couple continued to kiss and caress each together for a long time though it seemed like moments to them.

Ayesha felt Mohit's cock get hard again. She looked in the eyes again. "I want you to fuck me again Mohit."

Mohit was looking back at Ayesha. His lust taking over again, he turned her over and got on top of her again. He moved slightly and his cock slid to where the head was at the opening of her pussy. Pressing slowly his hard cock entered her, her pussy taking his penis in deeper and deeper until he was fully inside her.

Ayesha felt Mohit's length inside her and pressed her hips against him to take in all of him. She loved even inch of him. His cock hit a spot inside her that sent waves through her body. They both began to move faster, rocking and grinding against each other, finding every sensation. He then moved his arms under her legs, lifting them over her head and back. He let out a slight moan as he was able to penetrate her even deeper. She held on to him, playing with and pinching his nipples, rocking against his rhythm. She was on fire, thinking she was about to come any minute, but not wanting to yet. It felt so good.

After fucking Ayesha on top until almost coming, Mohit lifted off of her and rolled her on to her belly. He reached around and took her breast in his hand squeezing firmly and she moaned with delight. This was one of his favorite positions and she quivered with anticipation as he teased her opening with the head of his cock again. He reached forward and held her hand and brought it to her own clit. Taking his lead, she began to play with her pussy, rubbing her clit. He then thrust into her from behind, his cock entering her. She kept playing with her clit and pressing against his weight, moving faster and faster. She was so hot and ready to cum.

Ayesha tried to hold on, feeling Mohit was close to coming, too. They were in a rhythm together, moving faster and faster until she came, her body bucking back against him, the waves of orgasm coming over her body from head to toe. She moaned out in pleasure, still moving with him. He had slowed down as she came, letting her move against him at her pace, but he was rock hard and ready to come now. Her ass was still rocking against him and he began to fuck her again, picking up speed.

Ayesha felt great and wanted to make sure Mohit did too. She moved with him at his pace now, enjoying his fucking and thinking he was close to coming. But she was getting hot again and reached down to touch herself. She began to thrust against him, his pace even faster. She could feel her orgasm coming again and began to move faster and harder, wanting to satisfy him. She could feel his cock pounding her pussy and it turned her on so much.

Mohit reached around and played with Ayesha's breast and it sent her over the edge again. She began moaning loudly, this orgasm more intense then the last. She turned and looked over her shoulder at him as she came, and that was it for him> He pulled out and this time came all over her ass and back and saw his cum trickling down her ass crack. Feeling his legs give away. He fell on top of her, his fingers locking with hers, as he gently smelled her hair.

Their sweaty bodies breathing and calming down together. Mohit moved from top of her and the lover turned to look at each other and embraced. Ayesha was in complete bliss. Nothing could have made this evening better. She just looked at him at him and without saying a word, she saw him close his eyes and rest in her arms.

Mohit and Ayesha knew that they had now future, but they continue to remain friends and lovers. Today Ayesha is a senior executive in Delhi and Mohit works in Bangalore. But every time they meet, their relive their first encounter making their experience better every time.