I’m a 25-year-old married man, completing my Ph.D. at a major university. I live in a residence hall for graduate students, and last semester the room across from mine was occupied by two female students just starting their master’s degrees. One of them was a girl named Lorna, a gregarious, sociable girl who was openly gay. The other, Mira, was from India, a gorgeous 22-year-old, around five feet five, with beautiful brown skin, big eyes, high cheekbones, and jet-black hair. It was hard to tell about her figure, as she usually wore baggy, unrevealing clothing, but I had the feeling that it was just fine.
My wife was spending a few months in England on a field study, and as the weeks went by I gradually got to know the girls across the hall better. Mira was friendly, but shy and withdrawn. I found out that she was from a traditional Indian family who clung to the old ways, particularly concerning courting and romance, which required parental supervision. At least once a week Mira received a visit from her parents or some female relative, the purpose of which was to make sure that she was working hard, and still firmly under the social control of her family.
So it was no surprise to me to learn from Lorna that Mira was a virgin who knew almost nothing about sex. Nevertheless, in spite of her shyness, I had the impression that Mira was more curious about such things than she let on. From the occasional remark she made, I gathered that she wasn’t too happy with the way her family guarded her. And from time to time I would notice her glancing surreptitiously at guys who happened to be walking by, and even checking me out on occasion. I was horny as hell with my wife being away, and I began to wonder how I could take advantage of this interesting situation.
One Friday night, when I knew that Lorna had gone home to visit her family, I shaved and showered and, around nine o’clock, went across the hall and knocked at Mira’s door. When she answered I was surprised to see that instead of her usual unrevealing costume, she was adorned in a simple sleeveless white cotton dress that just covered her knees. Her golden-brown skin blazed against the pale white of the dress. Her legs were lithe and supple, and her rack jutted forward proudly. I felt my cock already starting to harden.
Mira must have sensed my reaction to her appearance, because she looked down at the floor for a moment, her eyes evading mine. I said I thought she might be lonely with Lorna gone, and that we might have a cup of tea together. I saw her hesitate, and I knew that being all alone with a man was not something her parents would approve. But finally she smiled and invited me inside.
As she was putting the kettle on, her cell phone rang. From what she said I could tell that the call was from her mother, and after a moment she excused herself and took the phone into her bedroom.
I knew I shouldn’t, of course, but I confess I got quietly up and moved to listen at the bedroom door. It didn’t sound like a fun call. I could tell that her mother was giving her the third degree, with Mira wearily reassuring her that she was being a good girl, as though this was a routine she had been through many times, and one she was thoroughly sick of. I realized that this would be the time to make my move. I decided on a very bold move indeed, one that would either shock her into going with her natural instincts, or get me banished forever. I figured it was worth the chance.
When I heard Mira finishing her call I waited for a minute, then knocked softly on the door and opened it, poking my head around it to peek in. Mira was sitting on her bed, her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. She was definitely not happy.
“Hey,” I said. “You look kind of down. Want me to cheer you up?”
She smiled sadly. “Sure,” she said. “How can you do that?” Then her jaw dropped in stunned amazement as I swung the door open and walked into the room stark naked.
While she stared I just stood there, looking straight at this gorgeous 22-year-old virgin, who was obviously fascinated with having a naked male in front of her. Shocked as she was, she couldn’t keep her eyes off my frame, and she caught her breath as my cock quickly rose to its full, thick eight inches.
“We can stop whenever you want, Mira,” I said. “It’s all in your hands.”
When she didn’t move I walked over to her, took her face in my hands, and started to kiss her wide mouth. She was frozen, not moving a muscle. I kissed her eyes, then her forehead, and when I returned to kiss her lips again, she hesitantly began to kiss back.
I lifted her arms and placed them around my neck, then straightened up so that she rose with me. I caressed the back of her neck, then ran my hands down her torso. I cupped her buttocks and pulled her closer, relishing the feeling of her tits against my chest. Mira gasped as the head of my cock pressed into her tummy.
Then I lifted her up and placed her on the bed, this time on her back. She made a little sound, but said nothing else, just lay there looking up at me.
I lowered my body on top of her. With her beneath me and my cock pressed into her thigh, I started to kiss her again. When my right hand slowly traveled to her chest and started to caress her breasts, Mira gasped, then cautiously began to run her hands through my hair. Through the fabric of her dress I could feel the hardness of her nipples, and was surprised that she was obviously not wearing a bra. She began to kiss me harder as I continued to softly caress those full tits.
After a moment I moved my hand down her body to trace the line of her hips. Mira’s body tensed, and then relaxed as my hand slid over her groin and moved to stroke the backs of her knees. Breaking the kiss, I moved my mouth down over her luscious frame, kissing her nipples through her dress. Again I slid over her crotch and moved down to her legs. I slowly began to kiss and lick the insides of her legs, just above the knees. I could tell that she was enjoying the sensation when her hands started to run through my hair again.
Very slowly now I moved my mouth farther up along her inner thighs. I could hear her breathing rapidly now. As my mouth rose I moved the hem of her dress gradually upward, slowly exposing those sleek, lovely brown legs. I licked and sucked her smooth skin until the dress was over her hips. The sight of those sleek golden thighs and hips, bisected by her tiny white panties, is an image I will never forget.
When I experimentally licked her crotch through the material of those thin panties, Mira began to pull away, but then she gave a little moan and relaxed again. Her breathing sounded as though she was running a marathon as my tongue moved upward to graze the spot where her clitoris would be. I heard her cry out, and her body trembled. I teased her, moving my tongue back to the folds of her vagina. She arched up at me then, as if in supplication, so I moved back up. She cried out again, her pelvis pressing into my face. I continued caressing her pussy through her panties with my lips and tongue, her hips bucking, pushing her groin into my face again and again.
“I’m so wet,” Mira moaned when I finally raised my head. She was right; her panties were soaking from her juices and sweat. The scent was intoxicating, and I was in heaven. I’d broken in virgins before, but this girl was so ripe for the plucking that lust was screaming through every cell of my body, and I had to keep reminding myself to go slowly.
When I tried to remove her panties, Mira protested weakly. Hot as she was, she was still hesitant about lowering the last barriers to the fulfillment she so obviously craved. I assured her gently that she was in complete control, and that I would not do anything she did not want me to do. With this reassurance she lay back and allowed me to pull the panties down her legs and off.
I knew she was apprehensive, so I stayed clear of her pussy for the moment. I lay beside her and we kissed and cuddled for a bit. Then I rolled her onto her stomach and straddled her back. I massaged her shoulders and arms, then worked my hands down her back and kneaded the muscles of her tight ass. She tensed up at first, then started to enjoy the feeling. I lifted the hem of her dress, exposing those smooth, golden ass cheeks. I kissed and licked them both slowly. Mira’s breathing was becoming labored again, and she was squirming slightly on the bed. I continued to fondle her ass, but when I ran my hand down the crease between her supple ass cheeks she tensed up again.
Moving my hand away, I told her to roll over again, and she did so, realizing only at the last minute that her rucked-up skirt now exposed her naked pussy to my gaze. Swiftly she tried to pull the hem of her dress down, but before she could do so I bent down and planted my tongue between her vaginal lips, which were already swollen with desire.
“Wait!” she panted, and I forced myself to stop. I withdrew my tongue, but kept my mouth close to her crotch, so she could feel my hot breath on her pussy. “Oh, God!” Mira moaned. “Oh, yes, do it. Do it…”
And I did it, kissing the sweet folds of her flesh, licking her hole, loving the taste of her salty skin and her juices. Her breathing was hoarse and erratic, and her chest was heaving as I licked the walls of her vagina, then started northward with my tongue in search of her sweet spot. Two seconds later my tongue encountered the little bulb of flesh, and Mira’s hips bucked. Her hands grasped at my hair, and she tried to say something, but the sounds that came from her were unintelligible. I tongued her clit slowly at first, as she writhed with pleasure. I increased the tempo bit by bit, and soon she was rubbing her slippery pussy nonstop into my face.
At that point I paused and told her to take off her dress. She hesitated a moment, but just barely. Then she practically tore it off, looking back at me boldly. I was stunned. She had the most magnificent tits that I had ever seen, full and firm, with nipples the size of thimbles.
When I could speak I told her to raise her knees and press the soles of her feet into the mattress, which she did at once. Then I told her to place the palms of her hands on her breasts, and leave them there. As she did that I replaced my mouth and tongue on her clitoris, and very soon I had Mira in a frenzy of ecstasy. She was rubbing her tits feverishly, hips thrusting, totally consumed by her own pleasure. Then suddenly she froze, her eyes going very wide as she had the first real orgasm of her life. She screamed as waves of pleasure crashed through her over and over.
If I wanted to fuck her it was now or never. I moved up her body, pausing at her tits to suck on her hard nipples, then moving on to plant a kiss on her moaning mouth. Mira kissed me back enthusiastically, and then gave a start as she realized that the head of my cock was now nuzzling the lips of her soaking pussy.
Her body froze, and I looked into her eyes, telling her that I had had a vasectomy, so there was no chance of her getting pregnant, but that it was totally her choice. As I was talking I used my left hand to guide the throbbing head of my shaft in gentle circles over her moist vagina. I could tell that this action was having the desired effect. Her pelvis started to oscillate in rhythm with my motion. I kissed her again and gently pushed about an inch of my cock inside her. She started to say something, but when I rubbed my dick against her clitoris her words turned into moans of pleasure. The moans got louder, and there was no more resistance as I slid gradually into her opening, an inch at a time. It took several minutes, but at last my cock was fully engulfed by her tight wet pussy.
“Congratulations,” I said, making a considerable effort to sound normal. “You now have a man inside you.” I ground my hips a bit, and Mira made a soft moaning sound, then kissed my lips in response. Before I started moving I told her to wrap her legs around me, and she did. When I made my first thrust, Mira groaned with desire and her full tits heaved. I slowly pulled back then, until just the head of my dick was still inside her, then paused again. Now Mira’s expression was one of sheer longing, wanting me back inside her. I thrust again, deeper, and her fingers dug into my ass cheeks. Her hands stayed on my ass, pulling me back into her for thrust after thrust, her perfect tits heaving and jiggling with each plunge of my engorged cock.
I fucked her that way for about five minutes, pumping my cock steadily into her warm vagina. Then suddenly she froze and gripped my ass more tightly, her body shuddering, her fingers digging into my skin as she experienced another orgasm. I stayed inside her, holding her tightly as her body continued to go through tremors of pleasure.
“Oh, God, that was lovely!” she said then, her voice still shaky from her climax. I smiled at her, and with one smooth movement rolled our bodies over so that she was now on top of me. My throbbing cock still pulsated inside her velvety pussy.
“My turn now, baby,” I told her. “What are you going to do?”
Her eyes went wide as she realized that I hadn’t ejaculated yet. Then, slowly, she started to move her pelvis. Her hips rose and fell, and she grunted with renewed pleasure. She did it again, then began moving steadily, raising her body slowly, then bringing it down hard, making loud, gasping, grunting sounds with each stroke. Her rhythm got faster as she became totally consumed with lust. Her hands gripped my shoulders, and she groaned as I lifted my head to suck at her tits. When I started to thrust back at her, she really went wild, her cries getting louder each time our groins slapped together. I could see her third climax coming on; her nipples were engorged, her body flushed, her hands digging into my shoulders. She suddenly screamed and her pussy closed like a vise around my cock, her body shaking as her climax pounded through her.
I still hadn’t come. Mira collapsed on top of me and then rolled off to lie beside me. She looked startled when she saw my cock still standing up like a flagpole. Rolling onto her side, she slowly reached out a hand and touched it gingerly, as if expecting it to explode. Then she started tentatively to explore the length of my throbbing shaft. She brought her head closer, wrapping her hands around it as if to measure its girth, then giving it a timid squeeze. She began to stroke it again, and now it was my turn to groan with pleasure. She stroked faster, looking at me now with a sly smile. At that point I put one hand gently behind her head and guided her face to my dick.
Her eyes got wide as her mouth moved closer to the purple head. “Kiss it,” I told her. She just looked at me. “You tasted so nice to me, Mira,” I said. “Wouldn’t you like to see what I taste like?”
Mira made a funny noise. Then, holding on to my cock, she slowly and cautiously brought her pursed lips to the head. They felt fantastic. In a moment I felt her tongue flick briefly over the sensitive tip. Then her lips took the head in completely, and I felt her sucking lightly on my manhood.
Mira continued to suck lightly for another couple of minutes, until I asked her to do it harder. She stopped sucking for a second, and her eyes flashed to mine. Then she went for it, suctioning harder on the head of my cock, and taking in some of the shaft.
I held her head in my hands and rolled us again, so that she was on her back and I was straddling her head, and I began to fuck her mouth with short, gentle thrusts. Mira took everything I gave her, and soon I was groaning with ecstasy from the sensation, and from the incredible sight of that gorgeous mouth sucking me off.
After a few more minutes I withdrew my cock and moved down, lifting her legs onto my shoulders. I guided my cock to her swollen pussy and entered it once again, this time pressing on her hips to increase the friction on her vaginal walls. “Yes, yes, yes!” Mira moaned as I began to thrust into her, and I rapidly increased the tempo of my movements until my balls were slapping her ass cheeks. “Oh, God!” she screamed, over and over. I couldn’t stop now, I couldn’t even slow down, and I felt my control rapidly slipping away. I kissed her hard, and her tongue went into my mouth. I was fucking her so hard now that the bed was hitting the wall. I didn’t care, and neither did she. Her fingers were digging into my back, her legs wrapped tightly around me, pulling me closer. My balls were on fire, and I knew I was going to come. But Mira beat me to it. Her body spasmed, her vagina clamping around me like a velvet vise, her tits jiggling mightily. I felt the semen surging up my shaft as her pussy milked my cock relentlessly. Grabbing her ass cheeks, I buried my face in her tits and screamed out her name as I loosed shot after shot of jism into her pussy.
Our bodies stayed locked together for the next ten minutes, during which she continued to quiver in the aftermath of her passion, and to sob softly with joy.
“Thank you,” she whispered finally. “Thank you for making me a woman.”
“It was my pleasure,” I told her, and I had never meant anything more.
—D.L., Cairo, Illinois