Fucked Shreya on the day of her breakup
bitch, cum inside, spank

Hey all, I am Mandar, back with another flick from the past. Do read my previous stories if exploitative sex is your drug. So today’s story is a partially real experience with Shreya, my college mate. We both went to art school together in Bangalore. Since our society was near our college, most of us students used to stay there as tenants. It was a huge society with a dozen towers and tens of floors. I used to stay with my flatmate Sunny. He was a textbook playboy with an athletic physique and fair muscular body. He used to be accompanied by a new girl every month. About me: I was a cheeky nerd with an average physique and a slightly darker skin tone. One could say I was a 5 back then. Sunny, me and our pet cat were the hub of the house party. Our cat had witnessed a lot of girls getting boned on our couch. Sometimes, in the kitchen. And, of course, on the balcony too. Sometimes, the cat got to scratch and devour the fallen panties on the floor. Coming to the story, we had a friend – and Shreya. She was a Tamilian with chocolate brown skin and an hourglass bust. She was the kind who wore traditional tops with a slutty cleavage. Shreya was around 5 feet tall and had black-brown streaks of hair. She was an ample-bosomed chic. Her ass used to pop out as her sexiest feature. Her looks were ordinary, but her stylish dress and curvaceous figure often drew attention away from her face. During college, Shreya used to date Aamir. He was a well-dressed dude from Delhi. Rich and spoilt. Sunny and I used to hate him to the core, partly because he was a pretentious douche. We all used to hang out at our place all the time. One day, Shreya was crying in the college classroom. When asked, she told us that Aamir cheated on her, and they broke up. While she was crying, her boobs were heaving up and down. Even then, I was getting a boner. Shreya’s purple bra strap was out on her shoulder. She squatted on a table and started telling us everything. Looking at her body, my evil imagination tingled. Wild thoughts were running through my head. Shreya is blowing me fully naked. Shreya was riding me while I was driving her car. Shreya was attending classes while my cum was still on her hair and lips. Uff. Snap! Snap! I got back to reality. Apparently, Aamir had fucked a girl from our junior batch in his car. Shreya saw them get out of the car, adjusting their hair and their clothes. When confronted, Aamir just shamelessly admitted it and spanked her. After she was done, I hugged her and calmed her down. Her boobs crushed against my chest. She squeezed herself harder on me. And I had a big boner in my pants. Sunny suggested we do a house party to rant and flush Aamir out of our lives. We agreed. We invited Shreya and a couple of our friends home. Sunny brought his new trophy girlfriend, Nidhi, to the party. I dimmed the lights and put on the fairy lights. Mellow music was playing, and we decided to get high quickly. We were sitting in the living room with Sunny and Nidhi on the couch. Another couple we invited made themselves cosy on a mattress on the ground. Shreya was in a bean bag, and I was sitting on a chair. We started taking whiskey shots. First shot…..Second…..third…..fourth. It was Fireball Cinnamon whiskey. Cheap but strong. Everyone started feeling the tickle. I could see Nidhi running her fingers on Sunny’s chest.  Shreya and I were watching them as they got cheaper. The other couple was drunk and was singing along. Slowly, Nidhi’s hands were over Sunny’s lower belly and finally on his pants. Sunny was caressing her waist. Shreya was giggling at me. Shreya: I bet you 100 bucks he is going to do her in the ass. Me: Well, it looks like it’s going to be a loud night, then haha Shreya adjusted herself to the bean bag. And she leaned a little closer to me. Shreya: She looks like she is ready to get Sunny inside, hahaha. Sunny and Nidhi were getting really sleazy on the couch. Nidhi’s tongue was now swirling in Sunny’s ear. And he crushed her waist. They were panting a little. I was getting a little uneasy in my pants. A sensual Nidhi, her perky tits, and a voluptuous Shreya sitting so close to me that I could rip her apart with my eyes. Nidhi started moaning as Sunny squashed her brown thighs. She clasped his collar and whispered in his ear. Sunny’s eyes lit, and he pulled her towards him. “You harlot, your ass is not going to be sitting tight anymore. I am going to loosen it so much today.” Shreya gave a disgusted sign. “Get a room, you idiots. I don’t need a visual.” Nidhi got up and held Sunny’s cock over his pants, and bit her lips. “Come, Sunny, rock my world, and maybe I will let you do me in the shower later, haha,” She crackled! Sunny got up and spanked Nidhi’s ass hard. And they both ran inside the room. As soon as they went in, Nidhi came back out, hung her panties over the doorknob, and winked at us. “You guys might wanna turn the volume up, haha! You’d rather hear T-Swift than my moans, haha.” Sunny pulled her back in and shut the door. Shreya grinned at me and sipped her whiskey. The other friends in the house had already passed out. And one of them was in the washroom for a long time. Me: So Shreya! What do you think they are up to now? Shreya winked: She was probably on her knees, but she was too horny to give a blowjob. Me: Ufff, you want to listen through the door? Shreya’s face lit up, and she tried to get up. I helped her by her waist. Oh god, she was a fleshy bitch. Perfectly arched hips. She tiptoed towards Sunny’s room. And we both put our ears on the door. We couldn’t hear much. But there was a slight creaking of a chair heard from inside. Shreya: Wow, I guess he finally assembled the chair, haha. I was so horny. I could imagine Nidhi going up and down on Sunny in his chair. And next to me, at an almost kissable distance, was Shreya, reeking of whiskey. She was wearing a deep-neck T-shirt and a skirt. Her boobs were clearly visible, held together by the neon pink bra. I was getting a hard-on. Shreya: Our lucky boy is going to get drained a lot, haha. Me: Huh, oh yeah, yes, yes. (I was distracted.) Shreya walked back to the couch, picked up her whiskey glass, and chugged it. Uff, nothing is sexier than a voluptuous brown chick chugging a whiskey down her throat. She looked at me, and I turned away. Feebly trying to hide my boner. Shreya: So, Mandar, when are you going to fuck me? Or am I just going to go to bed with a wet cunt? Me: What? I mean, what? Shreya: Aye, come on! Do you think that you are doing a good job hiding that tent in your pants? Me: Hey, that’s just… I mean, we were hearing them have sex, and… Shreya pulled her t-shirt off one shoulder and reached out to her bra. Shreya: Yeah, yeah, keep going. I am listening. Me: What even… Shreya pulled off her bra and threw it on the couch. “See? I did that for you! One step less for you to get inside my tits, haha.” I was just stunned. It’s finally happening. I was going to fuck Shreya tonight. Everywhere around the house. Shreya walked towards me, her eyes alight with a fiery intensity. She stood on her toes, furiously pulled me closer by the collar, and shoved her tongue inside my mouth. Her other hand attacked my butt cheek. I felt like a hunter, watching a golden deer willingly approach, ready to be devoured. Shreya was the perfect cum dump. Squeeze, spank, fuck, and cum-dump. In every hole. I regained my senses. Shreya was writhing on my body, passionately exploring my mouth with her lusty tongue. I took control; with my bare hands, I thrust my palms on her butt cheeks and crushed them with all my might. Her flesh was like slime, slipping out of my fingers. I cupped her hard, pushed her on my crotch, and tightened out my embrace. She was moaning loudly. Her body was convulsing like a snake. I inserted my hand in her pants and cupped her butt cheeks with my palms. Pinching alternately. I would brush my finger occasionally over her dry butthole. Shreya shook every time that happened. I parted her butt cheeks, pinched, and cupped. I satisfied my palms to the fullest. Her ass was as big as a couple of watermelons. I started putting my finger inside her tight butthole. Shreya tried to let go of my embrace, but I kept her smooched. Her boobs pressed on me, and my finger dug deep into her ass. She forcefully withdrew her mouth from mine and shouted, “Mandar, if you stop, I will kill you. Fill my ass with that finger, ummm.” Me: Just the finger? Hahaha, that’s a good start. Shreya clasped me, and her nails dug into my back. She was clenching me with unbearable pain and ecstasy. I stretched her asshole brutally with the finger, and Shreya just gave in. She stood motionless in my embrace. Her nails are still piercing my back. Her ass was still, with my finger writhing inside her tight butthole. Shreya was moaning. Her breath smelled like whiskey. My cock was the hardest it could be. It was poking her squishy pelvis. Shreya: Do me, Mandar. Let’s do it so many times until I get a cup full of cum. I lifted Shreya by grabbing her ass, and she spread her legs and wrapped herself behind me. She was kissing and biting my neck. Her tongue occasionally swirls in my ear. I put her in the bean bag. She landed uncomfortably, and her t-shirt slipped off her shoulder. I stepped closer to her, realizing that her lips were directly facing my bulge. Slowly, I unzipped my pants. My hairy cock sprung out. It pounced and twitched. I had an average 6-inch cock. And it was hard enough to punch a hole in a doughnut. Shreya was high, and her eyes were buzzing. She was biting her lips at my hairy dick like a hungry hound tempted by a piece of meat. She was trying to reach it with her tongue. Me: You are now officially the whore of this house, Shreya. There are going to be tons of condoms here on, ploughed out from your club. Shreya: I want to suck you dry. She pounced on my cock. She held it with both her hands and stroked it wildly. Her clenching teeth showed how tempted she was! With a brisk move, she cupped my butt from behind and gulped my cock. She started sipping and sucking with sloppy noises. I could feel her tongue spoiling around my cock. And she was looking me in the eye like a huntress. I was not new to getting blowjobs, but something about her was making me work extra hard today. Maybe it was her submission and tension to get fucked by me as a part of her rebound. She was still pressing her one book hard with her hand, and her other hand was busy tingling my balls. She was sucking furiously. My fluids were oozing out of her mouth, and I was almost going to cum. But that’s not where I wanted my load in. My first squirt inside her has to be her pussy. It has to be with her screaming my name and begging me to fill her up. I controlled my stream, and I pushed her away from my cock. She fell on the beanbag on her back. Her boobs were swinging momentarily. Her T-shirt got off her shoulder, revealing her smooth brown shoulders. Her armpits were clean-shaven. I got on top of her. I forcefully parted her legs. She let out a very deep moan. Her eyes were dizzy but full of ecstasy and desire. With her one finger, she invited me over to her and whispered in my ear, “Fill me up, Mandar. I want you. I want to take a photo with your cum flowing out of me to send to my ex. Ah, come on.” Those words of Shreya just hypnotized me i to a maniac. I held her by her boobs and pulled towards me. I bit her lips. I crunched her boobs with both hands. Me: You have a long night today, Shreya. Very long. With this, I pushed on the ground. I turned her over. Her boobs pressed against the bean bag. I ripped every cloth from her body. I snatched away her pants. And gently tore away her panties. Shreya: Ah, you moron, those were expensive. Me: Shut up, you cunt. I spanked her 10–15 times. My prints were starkly visible on her brown, round ass. I parted her ass furiously. She let out a moan. I pinched her ass hard. Leaving nail marks. I spat on my fingers. Made them sloppy wet. And without any warning, I thrust them inside her asshole. Shreya shrieked, “No, Mandar, you psycho, ahhh, fuck me, kill me.” I twirled and twitched my fingers inside her. It was a dry arena for her. She was untouched by the backdoor. With my other hand, I continued spanking her. Her hands were spread on the floor, clutching the legs of the couch. Scratching and ripping the couch. Her muscular back was well carved and tapered into a luscious waist. Her hips were broad. Milf broad. And she was completely naked. A tool. A dumping ground for anything that comes out of my cock. I gently put my hands under her belly. She was warm and panting heavily. I grabbed her waist and brutally raised her ass. Now she was completely flat on the floor with only her ass up, calling me to devour her. I was high, horny, and mesmerized by the authority I had over her body. I pulled her ass closer to me. I spat on her butt cheeks 5–6 times and wetted my cock on them. With a couple of slaps on her bum, I placed my slippery cock in her tiny asshole. The thought of my cock stretching it wide all the way inside gave me chills. Shreya was twerking her ass. Me: Bitch, is your ass ready for me? Shreya: What? Not there… no… But with brute force, I shoved my whole body on her. My cock bounced back. It slipped away. She was too tight. Shreya: Hahaha, what happened? You didn’t do target practice today? I was furious. I put my thumb inside her ass and spread her asshole open for my cock. She started tapping her hand on the floor. Her body was writhing. Shreya: You monster make me a dead meat today. This time, I had a clear opening in her buttock. With my thumb already in, I shovelled my cock inside her, and it went right inside. Shreya arched her back and quenched her fists. And gave a loud shriek. His thighs were pressing my crotch like a python. I was just an inch inside, and my cock was feeling her walls. I was not new and was anal pounding. I just came on top of her and, without any break, pushed myself another 3 inches inside her. She was shouting my name, “Mandar, fuck my ass Mandar.” I started humping her. My cock was screeching on her walls, and I could feel the dryness of her asshole. With my hands, I parted her ass cheeks and got deeper access to her ass. My cock was thoroughly stroked. I was counting the number of times my cock went in and out of her. Thump….thump….thump…14…15…16…….24….24 (Since this is a real story, I remember the count too well.) With every thrust, Shreya’s whole body arched and shivered. Shreya had clenched her fists and was banging the floor with her hands. “Mandar, you son of a whore, how’d you learn to fuck like that?” Me: I got my whores to practice, hahaha. Shreya: If I knew a brute like you was so close, I would have never let you out of my bedroom. You are so hot 32…33…34…35 I was so close to cumming. I wanted to see my cum ooze out of her asshole. So, with a final stroke of 45, I shoved a deep humo inside her. Her body moved half a foot ahead. I parted her legs by holding her calves and shooting my stream of hot white fluid inside her. I could sense my cock pouring a load with relief. I looked at her ass. My cock was filled with overflowing cum. With a fine, swift motion, I removed my cock from her ass. Shreya screamed in pain, “Oh Jesus, give me your seed, Manda!” I turned her over. Her sweaty body now facing me and her boobs pumping up and down, I parted her legs as wide as possible. And placed them on my shoulders. Her pussy widened. And without her catching a break, I pumped my cock into her pussy. Like a rabid psychopath, I was fucking her like a humping machine. My rhythm was like a drilling machine. Thapthapthapthapthap! The sound of my crotch clapping on her belly was echoing in the room. She was moaning crazy. But that didn’t work. I pushed myself closer to her, cupped her breast tightly, and started grovelling her pussy like a borewell. I counted 30 strokes. But everyone knows the second climax for men lasts at least 60 Mississippis. Shreya’s eyes were barely open, she was biting her lips and her fingers. Her hands finally made themselves into my nipples, and she squeezed them hard. I increased my power and gave deeper humps. With each hump, her hair got messed up. Me: Shreyaa, I am cumming. I am cumming. Shreya: Don’t you dare pull out. I have a pill. With a loud groan, I squirted my seed inside her. It wasn’t much of cum, but my cock was drained to the fullest. I took a big sip of whiskey from a nearby bottle. My cock was still inside her. I poured the whiskey on her face. It made its way through her neck, cleavage, and finally onto her belly button. Some of it reached her pussy and mixed with my cum. Me: Shreya, you are the whore I have been looking for. I don’t think my cock can remain away from your dump. Shreya: Shut up and keep fucking me every day. Ah, I will even let you fuck me in my ass during my cycle. With that, I removed my cock from her pussy. She curled up her body and passed out. That night, I drilled her pussy 5–6 times. Against the wall, on the kitchen slab, and twice against Sunny’s bedroom door. The next morning, when I got up, Shreya was snoring in the corner of my bedroom, on the cold floor, deep asleep. My cum stains all over her bare body. I went near her to kiss her thighs. I heard a deep voice say, “Well, I guess she ain’t going to open her legs any time soon.” I turned around to see Nidhi standing at the door of my room, wearing just a loose T-shirt. Leaning on the wall and squeezing her tit. Me: Oh, did we disturb you a lot? Nidhi: Not really, but Sunny sure did try to do another round on me. Well, I guess he was picturing Shreya hahaha. Me: Hahaha, but a chic as busty as you. I am sure you guys had fun. Nidhi: Well, we never reached 40 strokes, hahaha. If you know what I mean, Me: Oh shit, I yelled that out loud? Nidhi: Hell yeah. She gently paced toward me with a seductive gaze. She came close and held me by my balls. Nidhi: Do you want to give me 15 deep ones, honey? And that’s a story for another time, readers. Thank you for reading through the story! Reach out to me at [email protected]. I am active on Google Chat. Feedback, kinks, and banter are all welcome.