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Indian Summer: Servant Sex
By Roshan Raj (roshanrajsx@yahoo.com)

***

A teenage guy spends the summer in India, his families 
home nation, where he is introduced to his first sexual 
experience by a willing servant. (MF, 1st, affair, 
India)

***

I never expected it to happen there. I mean, being the 
age that I was and all, I always expected that sort of 
thing to happen to me back home, in the US. Not in 
India. But there I was, a young lad at the age of 19, 
visiting relatives, and discovering that this wasn't 
the India of my childhood. 

I was born in India, but my parents moved to the US 
when I was 6 months old, and we've lived there ever 
since. But we visited often, at first every summer, and 
then every other summer, and then for almost 5 years, 
not at all. I was busy with high school, my sister was 
busy with college, dad was working a lot, and mom had 
gone back to work in the medical field now that we were 
all old enough to take care of ourselves. So India had 
became a place we kept meaning to visit but never did, 
until finally that summer after my sophomore year, we 
all found ourselves free.

Even though I should have been doing an internship, I 
was confused about my major and the direction my life 
was going, and decided India would be a good break. 
College wasn't going the way I'd planned. I'd gone 
expecting do premed, get excellent grades, graduate and 
go on to a top ten school. But I didn't like medicine, 
and my grades were starting to flounder. 

On top of that, my social life sucked. Class and 
homework took up most of my time, and I hadn't gotten a 
chance to party, or experience too many girls. That 
last thing hurt the most. I was a sexually frustrated 
young teenager, on the verge of becoming twenty, and I 
still hadn't lost my virginity. I hadn't even had my 
dick touched by a girl. I was always shy, and coupled 
with bad luck, my experiences with girls were horrible. 
India was a way for me to get away from my life, to 
take my mind off of school and sex.

It took a while getting reacquainted with all my 
relatives. We'd all grown, and everyone had changed so 
much. All the adults looked so much smaller, and all 
the kids looked so much bigger. My cousins Manish and 
Sudip had grown the most, and they turned out to be 
totally different than when we were younger. I soon 
found out they liked to party: go to clubs, meet girls, 
etc. 

Manish told me he'd take me out to the best clubs in 
Bangalore, but before he had a chance, he got a call 
from his father, requesting that he come to their 
coffee plantation to help take care of business. Sudip 
was busy with work, and so I found myself spending the 
days relaxing with family. I didn't mind, but at the 
mention of girls, I had gotten excited for a while.

India was so different from what I remembered. The city 
was much more cosmopolitan than before, and the youth 
were certainly not the same. You saw plenty of couples 
around, and the girls were noticeably more attractive 
than in previous years. The influence of Western 
culture had them looking and dressing better and 
sexier. They strutted around in tight jeans and shirts, 
some of them in shorts, their brown, sexy skin exposed. 
I soon realized that coming to India to get my mind off 
of girls was not going to work.

Manish came back to the city for a couple of days, and 
he suggested I go to stay with him at the plantation. 
Some of my other visiting relatives had gone to other 
parts of India and things were starting to get a bit 
boring, so it seemed like a good idea. I figured I'd be 
bored as hell out in the middle of nowhere, but it 
would be something different, so I went.

The coffee plantation was about 200 miles from the 
city. It took us almost 8 hours to reach it, and 
halfway through the trip, I was wishing I'd stayed put. 
The roads were awful, with ox-drawn carts and 
pedestrians and animals slowing traffic. Not to mention 
the quality and small size of the roads. I was grateful 
when we got to the plantation, though looking around at 
the crops, the few homes which dotted the land, and the 
huge mansion we had sitting on a hill, I started to 
think I'd come all the way out here for nothing.

Manish spent the next few days showing me around the 
house and the plantation. The house was incredible. It 
was huge, with big, airy rooms, and lush decoration. 
Though not extremely modern, everything was top quality 
and in great condition. It had a charm that only older 
homes can have, and I warmed to the place. 

The plantation itself was immense, acres of coffee 
plants covering the surrounding land. Down one hill was 
a small village where most of the plantation workers 
lived. We strolled through here, and I had to admit, I 
felt strange. We were noticeably bigger and of 
different stock than the people here. They were small, 
their bone structure being slim from their meager 
diets. And they were dark. Very dark. 

I myself am on the darker side, and I know many dark 
Indians myself, but most of the Indians I was used to 
were wealthy in India, or raised in the US. Our 
darkness is different, it's hereditary. These people 
had a different darkness, one that not only came from 
genes, but from spending all their hours toiling in the 
sun. Their skin had a different quality to it, tougher, 
yet with a beauty no soft, rich person can have. Even 
though I knew about all this intellectually, it was 
quite another thing to see it in the flesh again after 
so long.

In the village, children ran around naked. The women 
and young girls were dressed in saris, and even though 
of low quality, they all had a vibrancy and color to 
their clothing that we in the West don't have. 
Naturally I noticed some of the girls. Though of a 
different stock than us, they were still attractive, 
many with sharp, clean features and smiles that you saw 
in their eyes. They all stared when I came through, 
though I figured it was out of novelty rather than 
attraction. 

Manish seemed to know all the villagers well, as he was 
their employer, and they all addressed him with 
deference. Manish even introduced me to the more 
important men in the village, though we could say 
little to each other. We simply said "Namaskar" but all 
the men seemed to have a sort of deference to me as 
well. It actually made me a little embarrassed, that 
men three times or more my age would be acting as if I 
were someone special.

That night, we had a delicious dinner cooked by the 
servants. Since there wasn't anybody else here except 
Manish and myself, the servants did all the work. I 
noticed a couple of girls from the village among the 
servants. They were cute, but young. A few were boys. 
Then I noticed one woman who I wasn't sure was or 
wasn't a servant. 

She was taller and thicker than the other females, and 
a bit older. And she had a look about her that didn't 
fit. For one thing she wasn't as dark as the others, 
even being a bit lighter than me, though she was still 
very brown. But her skin had a different quality to it 
than that of the other servants. It wasn't as 
"sunbaked". In fact, she looked almost middle class, 
except for her sari, and the work she was doing. She 
was extremely cute, with a small, Meg Ryan type nose, 
big, Indian eyes, and a round face.

"Who's that," I asked Manish.

He looked over his shoulder at her, then smiled. 
"That's Radhika. 

One of the servants."

"She doesn't look like a servant. At least, not as much 
as the others."

"She is, though her story is different. She's the child 
of a plantation owner and a servant girl. The next 
plantation over, in fact. The plantation owner couldn't 
claim her as his own, of course, but he felt he 
couldn't let a child of his be raised without money or 
a father, so he moved the servant girl and the baby, 
Radhika, into his home as full-time servants. She was 
raised well, and never had to do any of the 
backbreaking work of the field workers. Plus she lived 
in the plantation house, and ate well. That's why she 
looks so different."

"So she wasn't really treated like a servant."

"Well, she was really. I mean, she wasn't sent to 
school, and she helped with the cooking and cleaning. 
And she spent a lot of time taking care of the owner's 
legitimate children."

"Her half-siblings."

"Yes. After the owner died his wife didn't want Radhika 
in the house, so she cast her out. But we knew her - 
she had watched over us when we were young, and had 
spent time at our house when we were short on help - 
and Appa felt bad for her, so we took her in. She's 
lived with us ever since."

"She took care of you? How old is she?"

"Not exactly sure, but probably around 27. Three years 
older than me. Maybe four."

I nodded, then went back to eating.

"Why?" Manish asked suddenly.

"Oh, I was just wondering."

He smiled, with a little mischief in his eyes. "Have 
you taken a liking to her," he asked.

"No, of course not. I mean, she is really cute..."

"I could arrange something," Manish said, letting the 
sentence trail with possibilities.

I was shocked at the thought. That seemed so wrong, 
taking advantage of a woman like that. But in fact, I 
was more shocked that it was even possible. I guess I 
should have expected things like that to go on, but 
Indian kids raised in the US are taught that Indian 
people do no wrong, and this activity came as a 
surprise to me. "No, that's okay," I said.

"Suit yourself," Manish said. "But she's a great lay." 
My jaw dropped open. "Well, you think I can have a girl 
like that in the house and not want her? Especially 
being out here, kilometers from anybody. Besides, it's 
not as if she isn't willing. Sudip had her first, in 
fact, when he was helping my father out here. He's the 
one who introduced me to her charms. And she has many, 
I'll tell you that now, Vishal. Many charms. Apparently 
whatever it was her mother had was passed down to her."

Just then Radhika entered the room, a young girl in 
tow. They were heading for the kitchen. "Radhika," 
Manish called. "Come here." He called her in Kannada of 
course, not English.

She came to the table, stopping a few feet from it, and 
stood smiling at him. Then she turned to me, and her 
smile seemed to get even brighter. "Radhika, this is 
Vishal, my cousin from the America."

"Namskara," she said, hands clasped in front of her.

"Namskara," I said. "It's nice to meet you," I added, 
in broken Kannada.

Both she and Manish laughed at my statement. Radhika 
seemed friendly, but shy. "You can go," Manish told 
her, and she turned towards the kitchen. But before she 
did she shot me another smile, a very friendly one.

Manish shot me another mischievous look, then turned 
the conversation to other matters. I was glad to get 
the topic off of Radhika, but she stayed in my mind the 
rest of the night. In bed, I got hard thinking about 
her, and found myself reaching for my cock. I jerked 
off with the beautiful servant in my mind, imagining 
fucking her. I came in no time, and fell into a deep 
sleep.

I woke to the sound of dogs barking. In India, there is 
always noise and movement, even out in the country. 
It's not bad though; it adds to the charm of the 
country. You never feel alone, like in the US. There 
are always friendly people around, and everyone seems 
to smile at you.

I knew it was late when I awoke. The sun had climbed 
high, and I could here the sounds of the servants 
cleaning around the house. I got up and went to a small 
sink in the hallway, where we brushed our teeth. Manish 
was awake, bathed and had already gone out to supervise 
some of the workers. He had come back to make a call to 
his father in Bangalore.

"So, you're finally up! Do all you Americans sleep so 
late? Haha, just kidding. Have you had your bath yet?"

"No, just about to. Where is the bathing room."

"Just one second," Manish said. "I have to call Appa. 
I'll send a servant to show you the room and how to 
operate the water heater."

I went back to my room and waited, but no servant came. 
I grew restless of waiting, so I poked around the house 
until I found the bathing room. I grabbed my clothes 
and went in. The house was old, and the bathroom was 
pretty traditional, though it had some modernity added 
to it. The room consisted of two sections: the first, a 
tiled area with a small bench where you could put your 
clothes. Shelves were on the wall above the bench, 
holding towels. 

The second, larger part of the room was a semi rough 
floor with a drain in the middle. Against one wall of 
it was a hot water heater, a big, steel contraption 
that looked brand new. There was a small hand bucket 
next to it. The way to bathe was to heat the water, 
then grab water out of the heater with the hand bucket, 
and pour it over yourself. A wall separated the two 
sections of the room, with a way to walk through at one 
corner, and on the wall sat some soap and shampoo.

Even though it had been a while since I last bathed 
this way, I remembered the general specifics of 
bathing. So I stripped and went over to the heater. It 
felt weird, being naked in the room like that. Back 
home, we get into a tub with a curtain right around us. 
Here we are sort of out in the open, even though we are 
in a room by ourselves. Plus there were windows in the 
room, near the ceiling. No one could look in at that 
height, but with the air blowing in and the sounds of 
people not too far way, it didn't feel totally private.

But at the same time, it felt liberating. I liked 
strutting around the room stark naked, even if by 
myself. The heater was turned off, I realized. I 
switched it to "on", and I knew I had some time to wait 
before it heated up. I went over to the bench and sat 
down.

As I sat there I looked over at the door and realized 
it was unlocked. I was just about to get up and lock it 
when the door opened and someone came in: Radhika. She 
stepped in and didn't see me at first, but when she saw 
me her eyes got wide, and she seemed surprised. But she 
didn't look away, and quickly casting a glance over her 
shoulder, she stepped fully into the room and closed 
the door behind her.

I sat there, totally naked, in shock. No female had 
ever seen me naked since I was 11 or so. I froze, and 
Radhika just looked at me with her arms crossed in 
front of her. She looked me up and down, and straight 
at my cock. It had shrunk to an extremely small size, 
and the head just peaked out from the bush of my pubic 
hair. Radhika surveyed me with little emotion, then 
went over to the water heater, took the top off, and 
dipped her hand into the water. "Come, it's warm," she 
said to me in Kannada.

I didn't move at first, but she beckoned me with her 
hand. "Come." Slowly I stood up and made my way to her, 
completely aware of my nakedness.

When I got close she reached out and gently grabbed my 
arm, then pulled me to standing in front of her. It was 
only then that I realized how tall she was. I'm not 
tall, just 5'7", and she was eye-level with me. While 
5'7" might be normal for a woman in the US, in India, 
especially for a servant, it is extremely tall.

Radhika dipped the bucket into the water and poured a 
little over my shoulder. "Is it warm enough," she 
asked. It was. The water ran down my shoulder, over my 
chest, down my waist and hip and thigh and shin to my 
feet. She poured the rest of the bucket over me, then 
got more. She slowly and gently wet my entire body. I 
stood there, just watching her. She was so beautiful. I 
hadn't been this close to her before, and I got a good 
look at her now. 

Her skin was smooth and mostly clear. Her eyes were big 
and wide, her nose so perfect. Her hair was long and 
thick, braided behind her. Even though she wore a sari, 
I could see she had a shapely figure. It wasn't some 
perfect, American body, but she had the right curves 
and proportions. Her breasts were small, I could see 
that, but it didn't matter at all.

She rotated me in place so that my back was to her and 
continued to wet me. Then she poured water over my 
head. "This way," she said, turning me around to face 
her. Radhika put shampoo in my hair, and began to 
lather me up. She did it very well, massaging my scalp 
at the same time. "Close your eyes," she told me, then 
began to pour the water over my head, rinsing my hair 
out. It was incredible, standing there with my eyes 
closed, the hot water pouring over me, with this 
beautiful woman attending to me. 

Then I felt something. It was my penis, and I swear... 
her hand. I started to open my eyes, but as if by 
coincidence the water flow increased, and I had to 
close them. The hand (at least, that's what I though it 
was) was gone immediately, and then I opened my eyes. 
Radhika's expression indicated nothing. But my cock had 
been touched, and now it was coming alive. I'd been too 
stunned up to this point to become aroused. But now my 
cock started to fatten.

Radhika grabbed the soap and started to lather my body. 
This was the first real, continued physical contact 
between her and me. Her hand, with the small soap bar 
in it, roamed over my shoulders and chest. She had nice 
hands, soft and brown. Her nails were neatly clipped to 
the ends of her fingertips. 

Radhika had me lift my arms and she soaped up my under 
arms, then she turned me around and lathered my back. 
Abruptly her hand slipped to my ass cheeks, and then 
into my ass crack. She seemed to find this place to be 
very important, and her hand slid up and down my crack 
quickly. This excited me even more, and my cock began 
to grow. 

Radhika had me turn around then. I almost didn't want 
to, as I was ashamed of her seeing my erection, but she 
didn't seem to notice. Her hand came down to my crotch, 
all the way to my pubic hair, but she managed to not 
touch my dick. I was at full mast now, around 5 inches. 
I don't have a big dick. It's not long, and it's not 
fat. But I've never considered it small, even though 
I'm sure others might. It was straining with pressure 
now, and from what I could tell, it was as big as it 
could get.

To my surprise, Radhika then knelt down and began 
scrubbing my legs, and then my feet. I balanced on one 
foot as she raised the other foot and scrubbed them, 
even between my toes. Then she did the other foot. She 
was very thorough with my whole body, but never rough. 
As she knelt, I was acutely aware of my hard cock being 
less than a foot from her face. 

I'm sure she was more than aware too. After washing my 
feet, her hand came up and lathered my balls. This 
surprised me, and I almost gasped. I had expected her 
to avoid this part of my body. My cock became ultra-
stiff, and strained for attention. Radhika stood up, 
still methodically washing me as if it was a standard 
routine, almost like I was an animal, or a child.

Then she reached out to soap up my hard cock. As soon 
as she touched my prick I came.

"Ah," I gasped, and cum spurted out of the tip. She 
held my cock by the underside as I erupted, semen 
shooting onto her forearm, and then onto her wrist and 
eventually dribbling onto her hand. I was so 
embarrassed. She didn't say anything, or even look me 
in the eyes. She patiently waited until the semen 
stopped flowing from my cock, then gave it a soft pull 
and squeeze to get the rest out. 

Then she casually washed my shrinking cock. She was 
gentle with it, as if she knew it was extra-sensitive. 
Then she cleaned her arm up. Radhika looked up at me 
for a moment, and when she did I saw an amused smile on 
her face. It quickly disappeared, but I'm sure I saw 
it. My embarrassment worsened.

Radhika fetched a towel from a shelf and dried me off. 
She started with my hair, and then patted the water off 
my body. She gently dried my cock and balls, and made 
an obvious but not uncomfortable attempt to dry the 
area between my balls and ass, bending and reaching 
down under me. She dried my legs too, then wrapped the 
towel around my waist. 

"All done," she said. She looked into my eyes and 
smiled in a slightly mischievous way. "Do you need 
anything else, done," she asked. 

I didn't know what to say. "Ah, no," I managed to 
stammer. 

"If you need anything else call for me." And then she 
turned and left.

I stood there until I was sure she was gone, then 
hurried to my room. I quickly locked the door inside, 
then sat down on my bed, which had been made by one of 
the servants while I had been bathing. I couldn't 
believe what had just happened. I'd cum all over the 
place. And just from a slight touch. But, oh, it had 
felt soooo good. It was the first time a girl had ever 
seen or touched me down there. Even though I was still 
embarrassed, I didn't feel as bad when I thought about 
it. It was only normal.

I dressed and went outside. I managed to ask one of the 
servants where Manish was, and he told me Manish had 
gone to the "office", which was down the hill. I went 
down there and found Manish having coffee and 
discussing the plantations operations with one of the 
workers. He was from the city, a college-educated man, 
who helped make big business decisions. We drank coffee 
and talked. After a while I grew bored and went 
outside.

A bunch of worker girls were coming back from the 
fields. They were young; around 15 or 16. Two of them 
were very cute, and I couldn't help but look at them. 
My groin responded, and I felt the ache from my orgasm 
earlier in the day. I thought about Radhika, and got 
more excited.

At dinner that night, I brought up the subject of 
Radhika.

"So, you've reconsidered my offer," Manish asked with a 
naughty smile.

I didn't say anything, but smiled back.

After dinner I went back to my room and changed into my 
evening clothes. I was excited, and I lay on my bed. In 
fact I lay there for quite a while. Time passed. 
Perhaps Radhika wasn't coming. Then I thought of my 
orgasm from the afternoon. Maybe she had lost respect 
for me. I had come with barely a touch. After all, if I 
came that quickly, how long could I last if I was 
actually inside of her? I looked at the clock. 11:30. I 
realized she wasn't coming tonight. Disappointed, I 
pulled the sheets over me went to sleep.

I'm not sure how long I was asleep, but I woke up in 
the middle of the night. It was dark and quiet. A warm 
breeze was coming in from the window. It was cool, but 
not chilly. The house was completely quiet. Then I 
sensed something, and I realized why I had awoken. My 
door was slightly ajar. Thinking I hadn't closed it 
properly and the wind had blown it open, I started to 
sit up when I realized someone else was in the room. I 
didn't move, but the other person closed the door. I 
heard the 'click' of the lock.

And then Radhika was sitting next to me on the bed. I 
could see her in the dim light offered by the moon. She 
looked hauntingly beautiful in the darkness. She was 
smiling; a confident, naughty smile. Without saying 
anything she pulled me to her, and our lips met. I was 
in heaven. It was my first open-mouthed kiss, and I 
knew I was awkward at it. But she didn't seem to mind. 

She coated my lips with her saliva, her tongue spinning 
in and around my mouth. She moaned as she kissed me. 
Radhika began to undress, and I moved to help her. 
First came her sari, which she skillfully unwrapped in 
seconds. Then came her undergarments. I reached behind 
her and tried the clasp of her top. It wasn't like a 
bra (which I didn't know how to do either), so I 
fumbled for a while before I felt it pop free. As soon 
as I had it off her my hands flew to her chest. 

Like I said before, her tits weren't big, but they were 
nice, small, full A's with what felt like fat, pointy 
nipples. But before I could get a good feel she gently 
pulled my hands away. She stood up, and I reached for 
her bottom. I pulled her underpants down, and as soon 
as I did I got the strong smell of her vagina. 
Radhika's smell was powerful, and instantly filled the 
room.

Radhika bent over and started kissing me again. As she 
did, she pulled the sheets off me, and ran her hands 
over my chest and stomach. I sleep in just my 
underwear, so she didn't have much to remove. 

She ran her hands over my shoulders and chest and 
stomach, then grabbed the edge of my underwear. I 
helped her take it off me, and then I was naked again, 
my cock ultra-hard and waving in the night air. The 
sheets fell to the floor as she pushed me onto the bed 
and lay on top of me. I ran my hands all over her 
smooth, soft body. Oh, she felt so wonderful. This was 
my first time, and it was like nothing else. 

My lust wiped out any nervousness, and I was reaching 
for every part of her, her arms and shoulders, her 
back, her ass, her thighs and hamstrings. She wasn't a 
skinny girl, so my hands had a lot to feast on. I 
kissed her passionately as well, but most of the 
kissing was being done by Radhika. 

She peppered my whole face with kisses, then ran her 
tongue all over it. I pulled her closer to me, letting 
the feeling of her soft body against mine excite me 
even more. My stiff prick was pressed between us, and I 
thought I was going to cum again.

"Radhika, oh, you are so beautiful," I said in English. 
I knew she couldn't understand anything except her 
name, but I think she got the gist of what I was 
saying.

She kissed her way down my neck, then across my chest. 
She stopped at a nipple, which she clenched between her 
teeth and tugged gently. I gasped. It felt so good! I 
hadn't even realized a guy could feel pleasure there. 
Then she kissed her way down my stomach. Kisses turned 
to tonguing, and soon her tongue was in my belly 
button. 

I tried not to squirm, but it felt both good and 
ticklish at the same time. And then she was kissing my 
cock. It was a wonder I didn't cum right then, but I 
managed to hold out as Radhika planted soft, wet pecks 
on my pecker. I was moaning quietly, and I couldn't 
believe this was happening. Then there was a moment 
when the kisses stopped and Radhika rolled over onto 
the bed next to me, and then I felt the warm wetness of 
her mouth envelope me. It was beyond incredible. 

I strained to keep from blowing my load as Radhika took 
my manhood into her mouth. It was so warm! The pleasure 
was more than I could have expected. Jerking off would 
never be the same again, I realized, as Radhika started 
to bob her head up and down slowly. She didn't thrust 
like in pornos. She was slow and soft, her tongue 
dashing out and licking my cock where it could. She 
moaned as well, and I knew, really knew, that she liked 
what she was doing, that it wasn't just because she was 
told to be hear that she was doing this.

It wasn't long before I came. My excitement and 
inexperience, coupled with her skills, were more than 
enough to bring me to the edge half a dozen times in a 
minute. I erupted into her mouth with another big load, 
my cock jumping with every spurt. Radhika's mouth never 
opened, and she swallowed every drop while still 
pleasuring me.

Radhika then slid up my body, laying next to me. I 
turned to face her. She was smiling seductively. She 
put her arm over my side and squeezed my skinny ass. 
"Now it's your turn," she said in Kannada. My eyebrows 
went up. I hadn't even thought of that! My first chance 
to eat pussy.

I wasn't very graceful, but tried to imitate what she 
had done, and kissed my way down her stomach. Her smell 
got stronger the farther I went, and when she spread 
her legs and I got between them, the smell almost 
overwhelmed me. It was so strong, but clearly not bad. 
Hers was the smell of raw sexuality. 

Radhika had a very hairy bush. Village girls don't trim 
down there, so her muff was thick. My fingers dove into 
the darkness, and I happily found pussy lips. They 
weren't as soft as I thought pussy lips were, but as I 
slipped a finger inside, I found out pussy was wetter 
than I'd imagined. How warm and moist it was! 

Radhika moaned as my fingers played with her cunt, and 
I marveled at the fact that I was doing this. I 
searched for her clit, but in the darkness and with all 
that pubic hair, I couldn't find it. I thought maybe my 
tongue would do better, so I leaned forward with my 
mouth. I had to really position myself right to be able 
to get my tongue into her cunt. I had to lay down, with 
legs dangling off the bed. I pulled her closer, my 
hands going around her waist and pulling her in by the 
thighs.

My tongue explored her pussy lips, and then it slid 
between them, finding her wetness. I was surprised to 
find it tangy, a sharp taste which struck the tip of my 
tongue. I wiggled my tongue back and forth, then up and 
down, and Radhika's moaning became louder. Figuring she 
liked this, I continued to do it, and I turned out to 
be right. 

Radhika responded in kind, pushing her cunt towards me 
while moaning loudly. I redoubled my efforts, then 
brought a hand around to try and find her clit. My 
index finger blindly searched about near the top of her 
pussy lips. Suddenly I found something, almost like a 
small flap of skin, and when I touched it, Radhika 
gasped and her hips went up into the air. Her clit! I 
started to rub her clit and lick more furiously. 

Radhika moaned and pushed her hips towards me. She got 
hotter and hotter, finally wrapping her legs around my 
head, then bucking her hips high up into the air and 
almost pulling my head off my neck in the process! What 
happened must have been an orgasm, because her body 
shuddered, and she let out sounds from her mouth that 
came from deep within her. When it was over her legs 
fell to the side, and I withdrew myself. It wasn't 
until the next day that I realized what I'd done: given 
a woman an orgasm on my first try!

Radhika pulled me up to her and gave me a long kiss. 
Then she rolled me over onto my back and straddled my 
waist. My cock had become rock hard again, and the head 
was nestled gently at the convergence point of the 
small of her back and her soft ass cheeks. Radhika's 
weight pressed down on me, and I loved it. Her hair had 
come undone, and now was wildly framing her lovely 
face, which had a big, playful smile on it. She 
laughed, then squeezed her tits together while looking 
me in the eye.

It was then that I realized I hadn't gotten a good 
chance to play with her tits. She'd pushed my hands 
away when I'd first gone for them. Now I reached up and 
grabbed them. Radhika offered them to, passing them to 
my eager palms. They were so soft and full. Even though 
small, they were round and smooth, with big, dark brown 
nipples. I massaged them in my hands, squeezed them.

Radhika then raised herself up. Reaching underneath 
her, she grasped my cock, and guided it towards her wet 
and waiting cunt. I didn't even realize it was 
happening until I started to slide into her. Her moist, 
warm pussy sucked me in, and Radhika sank down onto my 
pole with a sigh. I felt myself sliding into her, felt 
her warmness, and her tightness. 

It felt heavenly. 

I continued to play with her tits as Radhika started to 
ride my shaft. I couldn't believe this was happening to 
me. Finally! I was having sex! Radhika moaned softly as 
she rode me. She let her head hang back, muttering 
quiet words in Kannada. I moaned as well, letting her 
know how good it felt. She slid up and down, up and 
down, pleasuring both of us.

After a while, my hands dropped to her waist. Holding 
her that way, I was better balanced to thrust up into 
her. Soon we fell into a rhythm, with me thrusting up 
as she sank down. This got us both off big time, and we 
both groaned hard. We were panting away now, fucking 
each other with force. The gentle up and down motion 
was gone. 

The wooden bed frame rocked as we bumped nasties. Her 
pubic bone came down to meet mine, and even though it 
hurt, the pleasure my cock was feeling more than erased 
the pain in my pubic bone. Radhika put her hands on my 
chest to balance herself as she humped me, now looking 
down at me. She wasn't smiling any more. Instead, there 
was pure lust in her eyes as she bounced off my pelvis. 
I continued to thrust up at her, feeling and hearing 
the slap-slap of our bodies against each other. The 
smell of pussy was strong in the room, and it added to 
our love-making.

Radhika started to moan louder, her head waving back 
and forth. With her hands on my chest, her body 
balanced forward, she arched her back and moaned 
loudly. Her body shook like it had before, her orgasm 
taking her. I knew mine was not far behind. Our dual 
pumping/thrusting continued even through her orgasm, 
and the feeling of my cock going in and out of her so 
smoothly and quickly was making my cock go wild. 

My dick seemed like it was bigger than it had ever 
been. I could feel it swelling to new proportions. 
Suddenly it became too much, and I gasped as my orgasm 
came. My hips jumped off the bed and my back arched as 
hers had. My toes curled, and then I was shooting my 
semen into a woman's vagina for the first time. I came 
long and hard, this being the best orgasm I'd had of 
the three this day. My load wasn't as big as before, 
but the orgasm was incredible.

Both of our orgasms subsided at the same time, and we 
collapsed onto the bed together, her body on mine. She 
stroked and kissed me. Rolling over, she looked into my 
face and told me in Kannada that I was very good 
looking. I told her she was beautiful, and that I'd 
never met anyone like her before. She laughed at that, 
then we both fell asleep.

When I woke up she was gone. The light of first morning 
was coming in through the window. But I looked forward 
to the coming day. I knew this was going to be an 
unforgettable summer. It turned out I couldn't have 
been more right.

End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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