Our first kiss! His lips were wet because he had kissed my tearful cheeks but when they touched mine, I felt complete for the first time in my life. I didn’t know how to respond so I let him do whatever he wanted to. He kissed and kissed and then bit my lips hungrily. Then, he pulled my ass closer to his penis and let his tongue inside my mouth.
That was like a signal for me. I responded with my tongue and licked his. I opened my eyes and saw this old man, with his greyish beard making out with me. But the thought didn’t disgust me, it comforted me.
“Uncleee!” He rubbed his penis against me and I could feel something boiling inside me. I broke off the kiss and looked him in the eye again. They were full of lust. But all I saw was love. Something I never saw in Rohan’s eyes. I kissed him back with fiery passion.
By then, my hips were jumping on their own and I started to feel an orgasm build inside me. I didn’t even know what an orgasm was but I loved that feeling. It was ecstasy.
“Ahhhh, ahhhh uncleee Kartar jii ahhhh!” And it happened. My first ever orgasm. In the lap of a 50 something man with wife and kids. This realization hit me in a weird way and I tried to get off.
“Wait beta!” He stopped me and gave a few thrusts before he probably orgasmed himself as I started to feel wetness around my salwar. I got up hurriedly and rushed to my room. Vikas was studying and I couldn’t face him. I went to the bathroom and cried again. I quickly changed my clothes and slept it off.
I thought I’d never do this again and won’t be able to forgive myself. But it happened again. The very next night. And then the next. We became bolder. I let him suck my breasts, saw his penis for the first time and so on. Then, in no time, we started having oral sex as well. If the first orgasm was heavenly, the orgasm that I had when he licked my vagina was inexplicable. I started sucking his penis as well. I started watching porn on how to suck it better.
I started bunking college because all day I would think of his penis. I was always wet in class. Rohan tried to get us back but I ignored him completely. Then, he backed off. I was always sitting with dreamy eyes and maybe he guessed something.
Kartar Singh and I spent all day naked in bed, even in peak winters. Always kissing, sucking, giving each other orgasms. Then Vikas would return and we would pretend like nothing happened. We used to masturbate each other beneath the blanket while watching films with Vikas. It was scary but thrilling as well. We never missed a moment to kiss.
I did everything to impress Kartar Singh. Bought new clothes, started wearing make up, tried learning Punjabi, made him the best food and what not. But we never had sex. I told him that I won’t have sex before marriage and it was a promise I made to my mother. He respected that for a while but started getting desperate and desperate. And truth be told, even I wanted to fuck him, so bad.
Then, one night, he told me that he was going to his village to his wife and kids for a few days. He said he can’t wait to fuck her wife because I never allowed him to do that. Those words punished me. I got so jealous. I got scared that he would fuck his wife and forget me. And I realised something. I was in love with him. Madly in love.