This is the story of how my sex life began! I became young and the desire for sex started growing in my mind. I started looking at the girls around me.
I, Rahul Srivastava, am again present before you with a new composition.
Nowadays, people around the age of 50 have many types of experiences in life, one of which is sex…or sex life.
This experience brings a lot of maturity with time.
I tried to organize such sexual experiences how a boy and a girl get introduced to the world of sex, how they have sex for the first time, how they learn the language of sex and how almost all boys and girls learn something or the other. Are. People enjoy sex after going through such experiences.
A different series of stories of my sexual experiences is in front of you. You can read this article as mine or your sex story, both of you will enjoy this article a lot.
Everything in this sex story happens exactly as I wrote. Only a few changes have been made based on the interests of today’s readers.
I will wait for your reply and email.
This article is dedicated to people who have crossed the age of fifty.
Someone should ask him how difficult it is to impress a girl from the seventies and nineties. There was no internet, no cameras, no cellphones and no television. Apart from this, there are not many opportunities to meet.
This was the era of landlines, but only a few people had landlines, and those who had landlines were local kings.
The only means available to the public were letters, which was the era of love letters.
I think many people have written love letters like me.
sex stories of my past
Coming in May 2020. Apart from this, you can also read my other stories by searching my name “Rahul Srivastava”.
beginning of sexual knowledge
This sex story starts from the 1980s.
At that time a small boy was growing up, don’t ask his name, people called him Ashu.
That’s me.
I was given admission in science subject in class 11th. I am the youngest among three brothers. Fair skin, height.
You know I had long hair like Amitabh Bachchan at that time.
Although now I am over 50 years old. I don’t look that attractive anymore. A lot of hair has fallen out and a slight darkening has started appearing. Some colors also get suppressed. Yes, when I was a kid I was the most handsome boy in the place.
One thing that has always stuck with me is my conversation skills, my style and my tricks.
Growing up, there were countless girls around me.
After 2000, my friends were Payal, Sandhya, Rinki, Asha etc… but then there were Shankari, Lipika, Meena Kanchan, Preeti, Mohini, Abha, Anju, Manju, Ranju Monica to name a few… I spent my childhood and youth in them. Some are older than me, some are of the same age as me and some are younger than me.
Plump fair cheeks and pink lips add to my beauty.
The whole neighborhood called me “Tomato” because of my rosy cheeks.
My cheeks are so thick that anyone who comes will pull my cheeks.
Many girls have become a big part of my life.
Ever since I regained consciousness, many girls have been hanging around me, so my academic performance is very poor.
But till date, even after seeing more than fifty waterfalls, the arrival of girls in my life has not diminished.
Excellent…
When I was in eleventh class, I started enjoying reading Mastram’s sex stories. Additionally, she was addicted to nudity, sexual stories, and picture books.
By the grace of God, even at that age, my penis was much bigger than the rest of my friends.
At that time, we boys were rotating the head of our penis and saying “Susu…”.
This was the favorite hobby of boys at that time.
When we all went to urinate, we would take out our penises and hold them in our hands and start urinating together and show each other our penises.
They often try to use their own urine flow to cut off the urine flow of the other boy.
At that time, the foreskin of my penis could not retract and it would hurt if I pulled hard.
My friend’s penis retracted without any pain.
Even in the nude photographs of that time, the entire foreskin of the penis was visible behind.
Information about sex is also incomplete.
There were some books on the footpath at that time. His name Mastram translates to debonair in English. It falls in the category of adult books. It contains sexual stories and many nude photos.
Sometimes nude photos were also found in Indian books like Playboy.
Friends, sex is still going on, albeit under the shadow of fear, but it is there.
People also took advantage of the opportunity and had sex.
Most schools are not coeducational, but meetings are still held. This had happened earlier also in the village fields. In the city, all this happens secretly or in the name of tuition.
At that time Mastram’s book “Antarvasna” was sold for Rs 5 (I don’t remember exactly) and when I came back I had to pay Rs 1 as fare.
We used to find this dirty book on the footpath.
Believe me, I still have some books with me.
Well…at that age we were all already friends with sex-related stuff.
I had a friend Sanjay who was from the village and he said that he used to press the breasts of the village girls.
He used to do this while playing in the dark. She even said that he touched her pussy also.
We have nothing to do with education. What I learned in school and tuition was enough.
All this happened in my city Allahabad, which is now Prayagraj.
First contact was with Anju and Manju
My house is on zero road. He was surrounded by families from different regions and different religions.
In almost every house there were boys and girls of approximately the same age.
The first girl I checked out was Anju.
She is almost my age. Then her breasts suddenly started appearing.
My house has two roofs. There was a hut under the stairs to the roof where we used to hide and play hide and seek. That room was full of cow dung cakes.
Once Anju and I were hiding in that room.
Due to heaps of cow dung, there was not enough space for two people to stand comfortably. Meanwhile Anju stood close to my chest.
I placed my hands on her waist and her back on my chest.
As soon as I touched her ass, my penis became erect, due to which she also started tingling.
Anju is an innocent girl.
She doesn’t understand sex, but every girl feels the same way, and that’s the difference between men and women.
Suddenly my hands moved to her newly exposed breasts. Both my hands were on her breasts.
I pressed her breasts with my hands, pulled her towards me and placed my penis against her ass.
My hot breath warmed her neck and body.
She felt my penis and her breasts, which were under the pressure of my hands.
Her body started trembling and she whispered – Ashu, someone is coming!
I say- stand like this otherwise we will be caught and eliminated.
Slowly, with a whisper, my lips started touching her neck.
Oops…her body is hot.
I too had become hot and my body had started trembling with excitement.
This is the first happiness of women. My hands automatically started massaging her newly opened small breasts.
Anju said- Don’t worry, someone will come.. ah, it hurts.
After a while everyone started calling us to go home, so we came out one by one.
Believe me, even after so many years, those happy moments are still fresh in my memory.
After this incident I felt as if I had become free.
I also lost my courage.
Anju has a sister named Manju, who is elder to me. Her breasts were thick and her lips were red like mine.
She also liked me very much and kept looking for excuses to talk to me. Sometimes learning is used as an excuse, sometimes other excuses are used.
Since all the houses in the neighborhood live like a family, any boy or girl can go to anyone’s house at any time.
We’ve all eaten somewhere.
For this we were scolded many times by our mother.
Anju Manju and Meena’s house has 3 floors. The fourth floor is a terrace.
No one comes and goes on the third and fourth floors, so on these two floors we play hide and seek, cricket, stepo also called ikhat dukhat, carrom, marbles, gulli danda, gudda gudiya or any other game. Other sports. This is everyone’s favorite place.
Because here our noise did not bother anyone and we did not bother anyone.
This is the best place, boys and girls from the entire neighborhood create ruckus there every night.
Let me tell you one more thing, the boy in my neighborhood is very simple, he doesn’t even know the meaning of sex.
But I was actually behind in school but way ahead of them in sex.
So as soon as it got dark, I started playing hide and seek.
Manju kept looking for excuses to hide with me.
One night, Manju and I hid together in a closed dark room. I have a chance. Anju’s experience will be applicable to Manju.
Manjhu and I hid behind the iron cupboard in the dark room.
Our bodies were completely glued to each other. Manju’s breasts were pressed against my chest.
I placed my hands on her waist. In a way we can say that she was in my arms.
My hands slipped on her hips. My 5 inch penis became erect and started thudding between her thighs.
I pressed her hips and pulled her closer to me.
Manju raised her head and looked at me, but did not say anything.
I whispered – Don’t move, otherwise someone will see.
By then Manju had started wearing bra.
One of my hands was still holding one of her hips. His other hand was rubbing her back.
Then I came to know that Manju was wearing a bra.
I said- Manju, I like you very much.
I said and kissed her cheek.
Manju started moaning at the touch of my lips.
Manju did not say anything, but she came closer to me.
Her swollen breasts pressed tightly on my chest. Then the knowledge from those half-baked sex books came in handy and I started kissing her neck and here and there.
Manju started hesitating.
Maybe this is his first time.
My hands were still busy pressing her ass.
Well… those five minutes were the best pages of our lives, but after that, we hugged each other and kissed each other’s cheeks whenever we got the chance.
At that time we did not know about lip kiss.
Then one day I read about kissing lips, caressing pussy and penis in Mastram’s book.
Now both Anju and Manju were in love with me. I was having fun with both of them.
All this mostly happened during the game.
Now both Anju and Manju used to look for excuses to hide with me.
Once both of them were with me. Then I had fun with both of them, but without their knowledge.
Now I wanted to move ahead, meaning lip kiss or pussy caress.
In such a situation, one day an opportunity came.
At Manju’s house we all used to play on the third floor because there was a lock on the terrace door.
In such a situation, one day Manju had opened the lock during the day itself.
As soon as it was our turn to hide, Manju held my hand and walked towards the terrace.
Can we say that Manju had given me this opportunity unknowingly… or she had given me this opportunity knowingly.
Perhaps Manju also wanted to play the same game openly with me.
As soon as Manju closed the door, I clung to her back and inserted my erect penis into her ass.
My hands reached her breasts for the first time.
Manju turned and stuck to my chest. He hugged me tightly in his arms.
As soon as she looked up, I held her cheeks with both my hands and pressed my lips to hers.
Manju’s height was only up to my shoulders. Manju moaned, but I did not leave her lips.
Slowly he also started kissing me.
Now one of my hands became free and went inside her kurta. Today I was touching her naked body for the first time.
My hands started reaching her breasts through her back.
Since no one came to the terrace, everyone knew that it was locked, so we were not afraid.
My hands started massaging her breasts.
Friends, everyone knows that girls become young early and understand the difference between men and women sooner than boys.
Even then and even today, girls themselves create such conditions so that the one they like can get a chance.
What happened with Manju on the terrace… I will write it in detail in the next part of the sex story.
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