College Sex Adventure
Hi my dear boys and girls, I am immensely grateful to each and every person who has sent me their feedback on my previous story and have tried to reach out to me. I have tried my best to reply to all and I am sorry if you haven’t heard from me yet. But keep them coming. If you haven’t read it already, please read them on my profile . Coming to the story. My parents and my brother had to move to Delhi due to my dad’s work-related issues but I insisted on staying back in Mumbai. I joined for MBA and spent one year in the college hostel itself. That year was below average for me because I hardly made any friends and rarely anyone spoke to me. Guys never used to acknowledge my existence. Even in my hostel, life sucked. Being alone in a small shabby room questions your existence. Even porn wasn’t helping. It was just a put-off and even fingering was just like an exercise. No feelings whatsoever. But it all changed when I went home for vacations and happened to visit my friend’s college back in Delhi. I was surprised by the fact that everyone there was super sexy. The guys were so damn hot with gym body, sexy beard and really well dressed and girls were, as usual, hottest in their short clothes. It was as if it was straight out of a Karan Johar movie. That’s when it struck me..Sexiness is the key. I made sure to put my vacation to good use and hit the gym. I made sure to burn down all the excess fat in my body and be fit. I then neatly waxed my legs and hands and got my facial done and I was feeling a lot better already. I looked at the mirror and spend some time looking at myself. I was sure I wasn’t looking bad and couldn’t wait for my classes to begin. As soon as I reached back, I made sure to vacate my hostel and moved to a 1BHK for rent. The new place was a breath of fresh air for me. I could do all I want more freely. I also bought many dresses which I could wear to college. For the first day, I wore a strapless bra with a cream-colored tank top. The neckline was just near my cleavage and on the backside, my back till my bra strap was visible. And my top would just end near my waistline so I managed to just tuck it into my pants. I wrote my eyes with some kajal and put on some lipstick. And I looked at myself in the mirror. Slim waist, big ass, and pretty big boobs. I went to college and could instantly see guys staring at me and dissecting me from top to bottom. Some were just looking at my boobs. Suddenly, I was called by a gang of boys sitting together. It mostly happens as seniors call juniors for ragging and all that. So I went near them. The gang consisted of Ashqar – a Muslim guy, average looking, son of a wealthy businessman and from Indore. Rakesh – from Delhi, really slim, average looks. Mohit – the gym freak of the group, also From Delhi, with a beard. Sreekanth – the fair, cute smile guy, really nice to everyone kind of guy, from Kerala and Sameer – the bad words guy (acid), not that good looking, from UP. Ashqar was kind of the head of the gang, like the alpha male. They looked at me, head to toe for quite some and as a punishment just for fun, they asked me to raise my hand. I did and my top flung up till my navel and my fair belly along with belly button was in full display. I was liking the cold wind that touched me from underneath and they were staring at it for quite some time. Then they said enough and enquired to me about my class, stay and all and I realized we would be classmates. Then Ashqar said, “Okay. Don’t worry. If anybody else troubles you, just say you are Ashqar’s girl. Okay? Chalo. You can go”. I realized where this was heading. I shook my head and went to class. Days passed by and we had become one gang within a very short period of time. Ashqar had already proclaimed me as his girlfriend and would always hold me together. But honestly, I had a crush on Sreekanth because he was always sweet to everyone and his dimples just made me fall for him. But I never told anyone because I knew Ashqar wouldn’t like it. I used to always catch Ashqar getting jealous at Sreekanth whenever I give him a hug or hold each other’s hand or something. One day, I and Ashqar were just sitting and smoking during break time in my room when Sreekanth came and gifted me an iPhone which he got but doesn’t want since he already had another phone with him. In that excitement, I jumped and gave him a tight hug. I was so overjoyed that while saying thanks, I also gave him a kiss on his cheek. He said that’s okay and left the room. That’s when I realized that I had forgotten Ashqar sitting and watching all this in anger. He stood up, snatched the phone from my hand, threw it on the couch and pinned me to the wall, choking me. I was really weak in his strong hold on my neck and was gasping for hair. “You only belong to Ashqar”, he said and started kissing my lips really deeply. He was being rough and vigorously biting and chewing my lips. I tried to murmur some words which meant leave me but it wasn’t audible to him because he was busy biting my lips and forcing his lips and tongue into mine. His right hand was still on my neck choking me lightly while his left hand had moved all the way down to my pussy and was teasing it above my pants. I started moaning due to the sensitivity and he knew I had begun to enjoy it. He removed my top and started pressing my boobs tightly and started licking all over it and biting them. His choking in my neck was getting tighter again and even when I was gasping for air. His licking on boobs and his hands on my pussy was making me wet as hell. He pulled down my pants and removed it and I was only in my inners begging him to stop choking me even though I was pretty sure his other actions were not gonna stop. He pushed me towards the wall, spread open my legs while still standing and started playing his mouth on my pussy over the panties.