Indian sex stories

It seemed like it was going to be another boring weekend for me. It was finals time, and I had to finish up one last paper before the end of the school year. Most of campus was empty, save for Raj, my Indian roommate, but even he wasn’t going to be around.

He was headed to a party with his friend, Manjula. Actually they were more than friends, but not quite girlfriend and boyfriend. More like “fuck buddies.” He used to tell me she was too fat to date, but he definitely wasn’t anything special. He was a pretty scrawny guy, and compared to her he looked like a ventriloquist’s dummy.

I certainly wouldn’t be as harsh as Raj and call her fat, but Manjula was pretty much as thick as you can be before reaching fat. Which certainly wasn’t so bad because she had the biggest tits I’d ever seen, and an ass to match. I wasn’t actually sure how he managed to satisfy her, because I walked in on him changing once, and his cock looked pretty small.

Raj was in the bathroom getting ready for the party when Manjula arrived, looking quite stunning I might add. Her tight outfit hugged her ample curves, and the low-cut front showed off her bountiful cleavage, of which I could not keep my eyes off. I didn’t think I was being obvious, but I knew I was when she exclaimed, “My eyes are up here.”

Damn, how embarrassing. But I think she enjoyed the attention, since Raj was pretty much the only guy she ever hung out with. “So, do you like Indian girls, or just big titties?” I was taken aback by her bluntness, and actually quite flustered. But before I could sheepishly let out an answer, Raj stepped out of the bathroom, dressed rather sharply.

“Yum,” said Manjula. “I’m definitely going to get some action tonight!” “It doesn’t sound like I’ll need to get you drunk, then,” Raj said, as he opened some tequila, “but we may as well get the party started early anyway.”

He poured me some, which I tried to refuse, but Manjula pushed the glass toward my lips anyway, and wasn’t taking no for an answer. “You are going to need to be drunk to be able to sleep through the noise we are going to make when we get back,” she said with a wink. I knew the plan was for them to stay at her place after the party, but no matter.

The thought of hearing her getting it on was a huge turn-on, and I felt my cock starting to grow in my shorts. She seemed to notice it, too, and she raised her eyebrows at me as they headed for the door.

A few hours passed, and I had finally managed to finish my paper. By this time it was about midnight, so I showered and got ready for bed. My flight home wasn’t for another two days, so I tried to end my boredom the only way I knew how: by thinking of Manjula’s beautiful tits and stroking my cock.

I managed to only get a few strokes in when I heard drunken laughter in the hallway and a key fumbling at the lock. I had just enough time to whip up my shorts, kill the lights, and dive under the covers. I’m not sure if I did it because I didn’t want to get busted in the harsh light with my bare cock standing at full attention for all to see,

or if I secretly hoped they would fool around if they thought I was sleeping, but I laid there motionless as they giggled and stumbled to Raj’s bed. “Mike,” said Raj. “Are you awake?” I kept silent as they kissed for a while and groped each other, the smell of alcohol permeating the air. They were definitely wasted, and my cock stiffened at the thought of possibly seeing Manjula naked.

It was getting hot hiding under the covers, so I managed to muster up the courage to peek out through a hole. And did I get an eyeful! Manjula was sliding down Raj’s pants, and his helmet was peeking through the fly in his boxers. Manjula laughed and stuck her hand in to retrieve his shy penis, pulling it out through the flap and gently caressing it with her tongue.

It only looked to be five or so inches, so I was interested in seeing how he was going to satisfy Manjula. She took the entire length down her throat, and by this time, my cock was about to rip through the seam of my shorts. I grew more bold and eased my shorts down to by knees and started stroking my cock, slowly at first but then at a furious pace.

Just then, Manjula paused to take a breath and quickly turned her head toward me. She just as quickly retuned to the task at hand, and started licking Raj’s balls. How she didn’t see me staring at them and jerking off, I’ll never know. Almost immediately, he let out a huge grunt and blasted cum all over her shirt.

He rolled over and let out a huge breath, which is when I heard Manjula say, “It seems like we have an audience.” Shit, I was busted! Raj would never let me hear the end of it. But just then, I heard him snoring. I guess he was so drunk that he passed out after shooting his load. “You’re not off the hook yet,” said Manjula. “I know you were looking at us the whole time.

The movement of your hand under the covers and heavy breathing were a dead giveaway.” I stayed hidden, pretending she had been mistaken. “Are you going to make me come over there and rip those covers off to expose the evidence?” she said, turning on the light. Not wanting that to happen, I eased my shorts up and walked over to her, with my still-full erection bulging out the front.

She was quite a sight, with her beautiful flowing hair tousled and streaks of Raj’s cum all over her shirt. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me out of this dirty outfit?” she said. At last, the moment I’d been waiting for! I helped her pull her blouse over her head, and stood there mesmerized by the giant breasts overflowing out of her bra,

the tops of her giant areola peeking out. “Do you like them?” she asked. I joked that I didn’t and that she should put her top back on. “Well, if you insist,” she said, reaching for it off the floor. “No, wait, I’m just kidding,” I screamed. “I know,” she said, laughing. “I’ve seen the way you stare at them. “And that bulge in your pants is telling me you want to see them”

I stood there nodding and grinning like an idiot, trying to say something, anything. “It seems that Raj’s cum soaked my bra as well. Would you like to help me remove it?” I started kissing her, and slowly my hands reached around her back to undo it. After trying unsuccessfully for a minute or so, Manjula whispered in my ear, “The clasp is in the front.”

I laughed and moved my hands to the correct position. I guess I wanted the teasing to continue for a few moments more, because instead of ripping it off, I parted it very slowly, carefully exposing most of her soccer ball-sized breasts but keeping her hard nipples hidden. Just then...

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