The Night I felt Some Ones Hand One My Body

I was in a deep sleep when I suddenly felt something strange stirring me awake. As my eyes fluttered open, I realized that Vikram, my brother's friend, had lifted my nightie and was gently fingering my pussy lips. I was shocked, my heart pounding in my chest as I started to protest, but he shushed me, his breath hot on my ear.

"Shh, relax, Priya," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

I kept quiet, my body tense but curious. He grew bolder, his fingers exploring my wetness as he leaned in to lick my earlobe. A jolt of excitement shot through me, and I could feel my pussy dripping with anticipation. Vikram started unbuttoning my nightie, his hand slipping inside to play with my naked breast. His touch was electric, and I found myself opening my legs wider, inviting him in.

He inserted a finger into my pussy, and I stifled a moan, my hips bucking slightly. I could feel his hard bulge through his shorts, and I reached out, my hand grazing his length. He was thick and long, and I could feel the precum seeping through his shorts. I licked my fingers, savoring the taste, before gripping his cock through the fabric.

Vikram let out a low groan, his finger working faster inside me. We were in a crowded wedding house, but the thrill of potentially being caught only heightened my arousal. After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, I came undone, my body arching as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

I tapped Vikram's shoulder, signaling for him to follow me. I knew a secluded spot where we could be alone. We slipped into a storage room adjacent to the back passage, and as soon as the door was bolted, Vikram was on me, his hands squeezing my breasts, his lips on my neck.

I could feel his massive cock pressing against my ass, and I pushed back, grinding against him. He lifted my nightie, his fingers exploring my soaking wet pussy as he kissed and sucked on my neck. I was a mess of sensations, my body on fire with need.

Vikram entered me slowly, his massive cock stretching me wide. I pushed back, taking him all in, and we both moaned loudly, our bodies pressing together. He started to move, his hips slapping against my ass as he fucked me with wild abandon.

I braced myself on my knees, my breasts swinging wildly as he pounded into me. Vikram leaned over me, his hands gripping my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples. The room was filled with the sounds of our fucking, the smell of sex heavy in the air.

"Fuck me harder, Vikram," I begged, my voice hoarse with lust. "Breed me like a bitch."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more frenzied, more desperate. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, his veins pulsating as he neared his release. With a loud moan, he came, his hot cum filling my pussy, dripping out onto my inner thighs.

I came again, my pussy clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure consumed me. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies shaking, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Finally, we pulled apart, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in sync.

We quickly cleaned up and dressed, stealing a satisfied kiss before slipping back into the crowded house. That night, Vikram showed me what it meant to be truly fucked, and I craved more. Two months later, I still think about that encounter, my body aching with need as I relive every delicious moment. We're still in touch, waiting for our next chance to reach heaven together.