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13 Mart 2022, 08:35
Indian Student Cheating on BoyfriendHi Again!Wow! What an amazing reaction to my last bit of writing. Thanks for all your lovely comments and words of encouragement. I really wasn?t expecting quite so much interest in my sexual encounters but it seems like you naughty boys and girls want to hear some more!So let?s fast forward from my first experience of cock which you can read in the other post. This happened a few years after the last story. I'd finished my A levels and got into Uni. I was away from home but still in the Midlands so it wasn't too far for my parents to come and visit or for me to come home. As I said before, I had quite a strict Indian upbringing and that didn?t really change when I was at Uni. I was still expected to call home everyday and to study! Definitely not be galavanting around with boys!So what did I do? Well, like every girl that is given her freedom, I enjoyed myself! Sometimes a little too much? I would go to the student union and to various pubs and clubs. This was the Mid 90?s - the country was getting over Euro 96 and Cool Britannia and Girl Power were all the rage. It was a fun time to be a student.I lived in Halls for my first year but in the second year I moved into a house with three other girls. I?d made a number of friends and had even got a boyfriend, although that was a secret from my family - only a few close cousins knew about him.His name was Daljinder but everybody called him DJ. He was on a different course to me and we had met at an Asian Society event not long after Freshers week. He was a good looking guy - about 5?6? and really used to dress well which is what first attracted to me to him. He was my first boyfriend and the guy that took my virginity. We?d been going out off and on through the whole of the first year. I say off and on because we had a bit of a bust up before the end of year exams and we split up but when we came back in our second year we got back together.DJ lived in a typical student house with 3 other Indian lads off his course, Sarv, Bobby and Niresh. It was one of those terraced houses where the front door off the street went straight into Niresh;s bedroom and then through to the lounge. The kitchen was off the lounge and the bathroom was off the kitchen. The stairs were in the corner of the the lounge leading up to 3 other bedrooms. I got know his housemates pretty well and we were all friends. It got to the point where I was spending more time at his place than at my own!As I say, DJ was my first real boyfriend. I didn?t know a lot about boys but he seemed confident and could be really sweet. That was what it was like at the start. But then he got quite controlling. He started commenting on my clothes - telling me what to wear and what not to. I didn?t mind at first because I thought he was just being concerned and taking an interest in me. I?d never really had that before. Looking back I think he was just jealous in case anybody else showed an interest. He used to make me wear jeans instead of skirts and tops that were pretty conservative. If i said I wanted to wear something revealing or sexy, he?d get pretty angry about it and say I was an indian girl and should have some respect for myself and not be like the white slags that were happy to flaunt themselves to anybody. I pointed out that the majority of girls at Uni, of any colour were wearing the same stuff that I wanted and that they weren't slags but it didn?t make much difference! Our sex life wasn?t pretty routine by this point too. We did şehitkamil escort (http://www.gaziantepkuruyemis.com/k/sehitkamil-escort) have sex often but it was the same sequence over and over. He would fumble and play with my tits (if you remember from before I am a 34C cup and have really dark, sensitive nipples). Then he would ask me to stroke his cock for him. He was uncut and about 6 inches long. He was pretty thin, but since I?d only ever held one cock before, I thought that was normal. His helmet was not as big as Mr W?s though. I would get him hard and then he would slip a condom on and we would make love. He would normally get on top and fuck missionary for a 5 - 10 minutes at which point he would cum and that was pretty much that. He didn?t like oral and if he ever did finger me, he would go and wash his hands pretty much straight after. He used to say I was weird because I was so creamy. If any of you have seen my videos or pictures, you?ll know how wet I get! He said oral was unhygienic. I was curious to try and he did let me suck him once but that was it. He even refused to kiss me for about a week afterwards. I know you are all screaming why didn?t I leave him? But you have to remember that I didn?t know any better! I thought that was it and that was what having a boyfriend was about. You did what the guy said, and he was the boss. It is kind of what I had seen at home and culturally I hate to admit it, but it is what was expected in my house. So this carried on until one night in my second year. We had all gone to the Union for a party. All the gang were there - my housemates and DJ?s as well as other folk from the Asian society. We were all having a great time drinking and dancing and generally messing around. DJ then off for a while and was chatting to a group of new first years and I could see him spending time with one girl in particular who was really good looking. She was wearing a dress that was more like a belt and he and the other guys were giving her loads of attention. I was drinking with the girls from my house and we had got through quite a lot of wine and few bacardi and cokes so I had a fair bit of dutch courage by this point. Anyway, I stumbled over to DJ and asked him if he was having a good time and if he wanted to spend some time with his girlfriend rather than ogling over the new girl in the slutty dress! He told me that I was making a fool of myself and that I had already had too much to drink and that I should go home! I was really angry with the hypocrisy.I pointed out that if I wore a dress like that I could get just as much attention but that by his rationale the girl was a slag and disrespecting her heritage. He told me I was being stupid and that I was embarrassing him. I was furious and told him to go fuck himself! I went back to my girlfriends and a couple of the guys from DJ?s house were there too. Sarv came over and asked me if I was alright and I told him what had happened. Sarv was a nice guy and we had often chatted; he told me that he thought DJ was bang out of order and that he should be grateful to have a girl like me. Sarv was quite tall - about 5?11? and kept himself in good shape by going to the gym and playing 5 aside. He used to shave his head so that he was bald and had a trimmed thin goatee. We carried on chatting and he bought me another drink. DJ was oblivious and was still chatting to the girl in the dress. Sarv was comforting me and telling me how much he liked having me around the house and that he was a bit jealous of DJ. He then said that he had sometimes heard us at night because his room was next to DJ?s and the walls were really thin!! I was mortified but he just smiled and said it wouldn?t be over that quick if it was him! I could feel him close to me as we sat on the sofa in the Union bar. His hand was resting on my leg and he was gently squeezing my thigh. I don?t know if it was the drink, or if it was the lack of attention from my boyfriend but I just let him carry on. He adjusted his position and even though it was dark in the Union I saw the unmistakable bulge in his jeans. I was so turned on at the thought of me having this effect on another guy. He just smiled and asked if I wanted to get some fresh air. I nodded and followed him out of the bar.Once we were outside we started wandering back to his house. Past the usual fast food takeaways which were bustling with students laughing and messing about in the cold evening. He had his hands in his pocket and i was holding his arm as we walked. We didn?t say much until he turned and said that he had a secret. I wasn?t sure what he was going to say but was amazed when he told me that he had gone into DJ?s room when we were both out and had looked for some of my clothes. He had found a pair of my panties in the corner that we threw our laundry in a pile and he had sniffed them! I thought he was joking at first but then I could see he was telling the truth! I asked him why?! That it would be dirty! He said I was mad and that he loved the smell of used panties. Apparently he had sniffed his sisters as well when he was at home. I was genuinely gobsmacked.I asked if he liked mine. He said they were the best because the chalky stains were so big. This was definitely the drink now but I said DJ wouldn?t touch me because I got too creamy and that I was worried there was something wrong with me. He actually looked angry and said DJ was a fucking nutter. We were pretty close to his house now and we picked up the pace. I knew then I was going to be seeing the 3rd cock of my life!When we got to the house we went straight up to Sarv?s room and he put on some music and put on a small lamp by his bed. We then sat on the bed and he kissed me. It was a hard urgent kiss and his tongue went straight into my mouth, and it was like he was trying to push it in as far as he could. He held the back of my head and his other hand was on my tit! He was squeezing it through my top and my nipples were pinging out like bullets. He squeezed them and pulled them. It was heaven. He pulled my top off and then pushed me onto my back on the bed. I undid my jeans and he pulled them down over my legs leaving me in just my bra and panties. He just looked at me and told me how sexy I was and how long he had waited to see me like this.He unbuttoned his shirt and I could see his chest and flat stomach. Like a lot of indian guys, he was quite hairy how I like it. He then undid his belt and pushed his jeans down so he was just standing at the foot of the bed in his boxers. I could see the really big bulge down there and I sat up so I could touch him. The weight of his cock and balls was amazing. It wasn't so much the length of his cock that was amazing but the girth and the heat coming off it. I pulled his boxers down and his big brown cock sprang out, already hard and throbbing. I grabbed it immediately and it twitched and swelled even more. I slowly started wanking him off, using both hands to circle around his shaft. He closed his eyes and moaned appreciatively. I pulled his foreskin back and could see his shiny purple helmet in the dim light. It was covered in sticky oozing pre-cum. Then I felt his hands on the back of my head, pulling face closer to his cock. I knew what he wanted - at last i was going to have a proper taste of cock and try a proper blow job. I moved closer and stuck my tongue out and just licked the end of his cock. It tasted salty and delicious. I licked down his shaft and towards his heavy balls. He asked me to put it in his mouth and I didn?t need to be asked twice! I opened my mouth as much as I could and just about got the dome of his thick cock in. He pushed forward a bit and started fucking my mouth while still holding the back of my head. I loved it. I caught a glimpse of what I looked like in the mirror on his table and I could see him standing there with his hands grabbing bunches of my long black hair and his hairy taught arse pushing back and forth while his swollen cock was in my mouth. He was never going to last that long considering how much he had fantasised about this and he told me he was going to cum. I just kept his helmet in my mouth and flicked my tongue over his slit. I felt him go tense and start to gasp. Next thing I know there was a rush of hot salty spunk in my mouth. He just kept pumping it into me. I couldn?t keep it all in and his big cock slipped out and some dribbled some more spunk onto my lips, chin and even down onto my cleavage. Sarv was shaking and I thought he was going to pass out! He flopped forward onto the bed and was just panting and gasping saying how amazing I was and thanking me. I lay down so were were side by side. Suddenly he moved over and started kissing me! He was tasting his own spunk off my lips and in my mouth. DJ would NEVER have done that and it just got me so turned on. Sarv unclipped my bra with one hand and my big pale brown tits were free. He took a bit of the spunk that had landed on my cleavage and started spreading over one dark nipple. Then he sucked it back off and swirled his tongue over it and bit it gently. He carried on doing this for a few minutes before I felt his hand work its way down to my panties. As you can imagine, they were absolutely soaking by now. He murmured with delight we he found how wet they were! He pushed his fingers under the elastic at my waist and down over my pubes to my clit. He took some of the juice from my pussy and smeared it over my clit and started frigging me. All the while he carried on kissing me passionately.Then, he moved his face down over my tits and towards my pussy. He paused when he got to my mound and just sniffed at the damp patch on the front of my panties. Then he pushed them down and I spread my legs for him. I could hear him sniffing my wet open cunt - he was like a dog!! Then he started licking my clit. Using his tongue on it and sucking it. He pushed his whole face and chin into my cunt and I was just grinding against his chin. His goatee felt prickly and was rubbing hard against my clit. This was too much for me and I started bucking hard against his face. If anything, that made him try to get his tongue even deeper into my cunt! I was creaming and screaming and moaning with pleasure. I didn?t give a fuck who could hear us and half hoped DJ was listening, the little shit. Sarv moved back up to my face and I kissed him. This time it was me who could taste the cum off his mouth. I had tasted my own juice when I had frigged myself off but mixed with the Bacardi, his aftershave and everything else, it just tasted even sweeter!... Sorry this is such a long story!! Does anybody want to hear what happened next?? xxx