How I Fucked My Roommate s Indian Girlfriend
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In my last submission, I said something that wasn’t
true…
I said that I hadn’t indulged in guy sex since those
days in the hayloft, and that is mainly true, except for
one remarkable exception…
When I was in college in the 80s, I had an incredibly
funny girlfriend that I’ll call Anarkali. Anarkali was
from India, though she’d lived most of her life here.
She was very peppy in an American way, and yet had a
natural, sinewy flow to her being that can only come
from the Indian subcontinent.
Anarkali had the kind of approach to sex and lovemaking
that I have. Regular and often, and incredibly funny! We
laughed SO much when we were between the sheets, that
her roommate jokingly complained more about the laughter
than the lovemaking.
She was going to Bryn Mawr and I was at the University
of Pennsylvania. I was very much the punk rocker. She
was comically new wave. I gave her much grief over some
of her musical choices, but it was all just part of our
happy, good times. We would get together at my tiny
apartment in University City or at her dorm room at Bryn
Mawr. Bryn Mawr was a little hairy, because any of the
girls there could have turned us in at any time. Guys in
the dorm were strictly verboten!
Her family were very wealthy Indian business tycoons,
and sending her to a girl’s college was meant to keep
her a virgin until she was ready to marry the boy that
had been chosen for her. This was still done among
wealthy Indians, and Anarkali actually had no problem
with it. She knew the boy well, and felt that it would
be a pretty good marriage. The pre arranged finality of
our relationship added to the over the top wildness of
our lovemaking.
In the future, perhaps I’ll write a little of some of
our more comically erotic moments. This quick story is
about a little arrangement she made to see how far I
would go with her boy cousin.
Anarkali was the only girl I ever told about how natural
and fun it was sucking dick when I was younger. She
thought that it was absolutely the coolest, and wanted
to see it happen. I told her no, that that kind of thing
is fine at a certain age, but is likely to get you into
hot water if indulged in as a more grown up grown up.
“Tosh,” she replied. I was a sex hypocrite, and if I
really loved her, I would let her figure something out.
We laughed and I let it be for the time being.
Not long after, we visited her Uncle’s giant house in
Westchester County, New York. This was unusual, because
Anarkali was keeping me out of her family’s view, but
the Uncle was back in India, and we would have the run
of the place to ourselves. Her cousin, who I’ll call
Neddie because I know it’ll piss him off, was also
supposed to be away.
Anarkali told me, while we were fucking on a
particularly valuable antique carpet, that she had
turned Neddie into somewhat of a sex slave. She had
caught him sucking another Indian boy two years before,
and having that to hold over his head, she had insisted
that he kiss her peach and fuck her several times since
then.
It allowed her to explore a comically dominant
personality that she thought suited her more than any
attempt at a genuinely stern dom facade. “Bullshit!” I
cried, but she said it was true. I told her I believed
her, but that it was just her way to have some old-
fashioned cousin-to-cousin sex play. She agreed, but
said it put her in a position to direct things, which
she liked.
Anarkali liked to tell me over the top things while I
was inside of her. The conversation slowed us down a
little, then what we had just talked about would send us
into super orgasm.
She prepared a beautiful lunch for us and then, sure
enough, her cousin happened to come home. Now, I’m not
really a total dope, so I knew where all this was going,
but I loved her so much and enjoyed watching her put
things together, that I just let it all roll along. We
had drinks, the kind of giant drinks that college kids
like to pour, and in no time we were all pretty lit. OK,
really lit.
“I told Johnny that I caught you sucking that boy, and
that you had to do whatever I tell you, if I want” she
said with a comical combination of raging lust and
sloppy drunkenness. I burst out laughing, which would
have been fine if it was just she and I, but Neddie
looked like he was going to cry. I told him that I was
just laughing because his cousin was such a fuckin’ nut!
She pulled her top off and told him to get undressed (a
little too forcefully, I thought). He did and then she
asked me, very sweetly, if I would do the same. “Johnny,
please fuck me right here while Neddie watches. I would
REALLY like it!” she laughed. Her laugh was always so
remarkable, and of course I would indulge her kookiness.
We settled right into our very natural lovemaking,
gawking cousin or not. It was extra hot being watched
and we both had to keep from coming the instant we
touched each other. She told Neddie to lay down with his
dick close to her face, so she could watch him stroke it
while we made love.
After a little while, she told him to come closer so she
could lick the head while we made love. She said she had
always wanted to try two dicks, and now here she was!
Her talking was, again, a way to slow us down a little.
I told her she looked beautiful with Neddie’s dick in
her mouth. She pulled it out and kissed me really hard,
then went back to sucking him, then kissed me really
hard again while really bucking her hips. Again, I’m no
dope, and I could see where this was leading, but I let
her lead as if I had no clue.
She sucked, then kissed, then sucked, then kissed. She
looked me in the eyes with her incredibly beautiful big
brown eyes. Her look was a question… please… would
I… I let her pull my face closer while she sucked,
then our kiss included the edges of Neddie’s beautiful
dark dick. I pretended to hesitate, then I let her
direct the whole thing into my mouth. She started to
come with one of the most intense girlgasms I’ve ever
felt.
I let go inside her as Neddie let go in and on both of
our mouths and all over both of our faces which added to
our crazed cum kisses. I don’t remember it being
particularly copious, but definitely thick, and Anarkali
made much of licking it up from my face then french-
kissing me like crazy, then broke our embrace completely
and jumped on Neddie and french kissed him with his come
and our spit like a madwoman.
There will ALWAYS be a special place in my heart for my
Anarkali, even though I have not seen her in a million
years. Our style of lovemaking and sex play was an
inspiration for the rest of my life!
And Neddie? I have actually run into him, twice, over
the years. Don’t worry Neddie, your secret is safe with
me, but I sure hope you read this! Say hello to your
cousin for me!
After all these years, I admit (with a grin!) to a
desire to meet a discreet bi couple or mostly straight
guy in the mid Atlantic region for the VERY rare yet
very fine get together. It has to be cool and has to
have a little atmosphere and sense of adventure, or why
bother? Not interested in meeting anyone simply because
they have genitalia and are willing to use it. Did I
mention that I like to laugh after I come? It needs to
be like that for you, too!
I would love to meet a couple who have finally confessed
their earlier same sex encounters to each other, and the
idea of it has so turned the wife on that she would like
to have hubby and I try a very slow, but really fun 69
for her entertainment. In the right setting, THAT sounds
like fun to this 99 percent straight guy! I LOVE barns,
Lake George, Cape May, equestrian events, the empty
theater at my old school, etc. You should be active and
involved in the arts or music, have a kind laugh that
you aren’t afraid to let fly, be healthy and in good
shape, and actually BE 99 percent straight…
OK, here we go!!
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