Virgin Girl Squirted for the First Time on My Dick
Experience the passionate first-time erotic story of a shy virgin college girl Priya who discovers intense pleasure and squirts for the first time on her lover’s thick dick. Romantic, consensual, and filled with sensual foreplay, slow deep thrusts, and multiple wet orgasms in this hot desi sex tale.
I still remember the first time I saw Priya. She was standing at the college fest, her long black hair swaying gently in the evening breeze, wearing a simple white kurti that hugged her soft curves just enough to make my heart skip. She had these big, innocent doe eyes and a shy smile that could light up the whole campus. We were both in our early twenties, final year students, and something about her quiet confidence drew me in instantly. She wasn’t the loud type. She spoke softly, laughed with her hand covering her mouth, and blushed at the smallest compliment.
Over the next few weeks, we grew close. Late-night chai at the canteen, walks around the campus lake, sharing headphones while listening to old Bollywood songs. She told me she had never been in a relationship before. “I was always focused on studies,” she said one evening, her fingers brushing mine. Her touch sent a warm spark through me. I could see the curiosity in her eyes, the way she lingered when we hugged goodbye. I never rushed her. We talked about everything—dreams, fears, what made us feel alive. Slowly, the air between us grew thicker with unspoken desire.
One rainy Friday night, after a movie at my apartment, she stayed longer than usual. The power went out, leaving us in the soft glow of candlelight. Rain pattered against the windows like a gentle rhythm. Priya sat close on the couch, her dupatta slipping off her shoulder, revealing the smooth skin of her collarbone. “I feel safe with you,” she whispered, leaning her head on my chest. Her breath was warm. I tilted her chin up gently and kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, giving her every chance to pull away. But she didn’t. Instead, she turned her face and met my lips.
Our first kiss was slow, tender. Her lips were soft and hesitant at first, then parted with a little sigh as I deepened it. Her hands clutched my shirt, pulling me closer. I could feel her heart racing against mine. “I want this… with you,” she murmured between kisses, her voice shy but sure. That was all I needed. I lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the fresh sheets like she was something precious.
I took my time undressing her. The kurti came off first, revealing a simple white bra that cupped her full, perky breasts. Her nipples were already hardening against the fabric. I kissed down her neck, sucking lightly on that sensitive spot just below her ear, making her shiver and let out the sweetest little moan. “Mmm… feels so good,” she breathed. Her hands explored my back, tentative but growing bolder. When I unhooked her bra, her breasts spilled free—round, soft, with dark pink nipples begging for attention. I took one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while my hand caressed the other. Priya arched her back, fingers threading through my hair. “Ahh… yes… like that…”
I kissed lower, over her flat stomach, until I reached the waistband of her salwar. She lifted her hips to help me slide it down, along with her panties. There she was, completely bare for me—smooth, shaved pussy glistening already with her arousal. Her thighs trembled slightly as I parted them gently. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, kissing the inside of her thigh. She smelled sweet and musky, intoxicating. I ran my tongue along her outer lips first, tasting her wetness. Priya gasped, her hands gripping the sheets.
“Slowly… please,” she said softly, but her hips pushed toward my mouth. I licked her clit with flat, gentle strokes, then sucked it lightly. Her moans grew louder, mixing Hindi and English in that breathless way: “Ohh… bahut accha lag raha hai… don’t stop…” Her juices flowed freely now, coating my tongue. I slipped one finger inside her tight, virgin hole. She was incredibly wet and warm, gripping me like velvet. I curled it gently, searching for that sensitive spot while my tongue danced on her clit. Priya’s breathing turned ragged. Her thighs squeezed around my head as she trembled.
“I feel… something building,” she whimpered, her voice full of wonder and need. I kept the rhythm steady, adding a second finger carefully, stretching her just enough. Her pussy clenched around them, getting wetter with every thrust. Then it happened—her whole body tensed, she cried out my name, and a gush of clear fluid sprayed against my fingers and chin. Her first squirt. Not a huge explosion, but enough to soak the sheets beneath her. Priya’s eyes widened in shock and pleasure, her mouth open in a silent ‘O’ as waves rolled through her.
“Kyaa hua… maine… I just…” she panted, blushing furiously even in the middle of her orgasm. I climbed up, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on my lips. “That was beautiful. You came so nicely for me.” She smiled shyly, pulling me closer. Her hand reached down to feel my hard cock straining against my boxers. I was throbbing, pre-cum already leaking.
She stroked me tentatively at first, her soft palm exploring my length. “It’s so big… and hot,” she murmured, eyes full of fascination. I guided her hand, showing her how to pump it slowly. Her touch was electric. When I finally shed my clothes, she stared at my thick, veiny lund with a mix of nervousness and hunger. I rubbed the head along her slick folds, coating myself in her juices. “Tell me if you want me to stop anytime,” I said softly, looking into her eyes. She nodded, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I want you inside me… please.”
I pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Her virgin pussy stretched around my girth, incredibly tight and hot. No pain—just a deep, full sensation that made her moan loudly. “Ahhh… bhar gaya… it feels so full,” she gasped, nails digging lightly into my shoulders. I stayed still inside her, letting her adjust, kissing her neck and breasts until she started moving her hips. Then I began thrusting gently, long slow strokes that made her toes curl.
The room filled with the wet sounds of our bodies meeting—her chut making sloppy, squelching noises around my lund. I angled my hips to hit that spot inside her again. Priya’s moans turned into cries of pleasure. “Faster… haan… aur zor se…” Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hard as pebbles. I sucked on them while pounding deeper, our bodies slick with sweat.
She was getting close again. I could feel her walls fluttering around me, gripping tighter. “I’m… again… something’s coming,” she whimpered. I reached down and rubbed her clit with my thumb while thrusting steadily. Her eyes rolled back. Then she exploded. A powerful squirt shot out around my cock, soaking my balls and the bed. Her pussy spasmed wildly, milking me as she screamed in ecstasy. “Oh my god… yes… squirting on your dick… it feels amazing!”
That pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and came hard, filling her with thick ropes of cum. We stayed locked together, panting, kissing softly as aftershocks rippled through her. I pulled out gently, watching my seed leak from her swollen, satisfied pussy mixed with her own juices. Priya looked radiant—flushed cheeks, messy hair, a dreamy smile on her face.
We cuddled afterward, my arms around her as I stroked her back. She traced patterns on my chest. “I never knew it could feel like this,” she whispered. “So intense… and wet.” I chuckled and kissed her forehead. “There’s so much more to explore, if you want.” She nodded eagerly, already pressing her body closer.
The next few weeks were pure bliss. We made love almost every chance we got—sometimes slow and romantic in my apartment, sometimes quick and passionate in the car after late classes. Priya became addicted to the feeling of squirting. She’d ride me reverse, her perfect round ass bouncing as she took control, grinding her clit against me until she flooded my lap. “Dekho… phir se nikal rahi hai,” she’d moan, her juices spraying everywhere. I loved watching her lose herself like that—confident now, vocal, telling me exactly how she wanted my lund.
One weekend we went to a quiet hill station resort. The room had a big balcony overlooking misty valleys. After dinner, with the cool mountain air blowing in, I took her against the railing. Her skirt hiked up, panties pushed aside, I entered her from behind. She gripped the rail, pushing back onto me. The stars above, her soft gasps mixing with the night sounds—it was magical. When she came, her squirt dripped down her thighs and my legs, leaving her shaking and giggling with pleasure.
Priya learned to love giving head too. She’d kneel between my legs, her innocent face looking up as she took more of my cock into her warm mouth each time. “Mera lund choosne mein maza aa raha hai,” she’d say playfully, licking the underside before swallowing me deeper. I’d hold her hair gently, guiding her until I filled her mouth.
Our connection wasn’t just physical. We talked more openly, shared fantasies. She admitted she used to touch herself thinking about me after our first kisses. Knowing that made me even harder for her. I showed her how to use toys—starting with a small vibrator on her clit while I fucked her slowly. The combination made her squirt harder than ever, soaking the towels we laid down.
One particularly steamy night, I tied her hands loosely with her dupatta to the bedposts—not tight, just enough to make her feel helpless in the best way. I teased her for almost an hour: licking, fingering, edging her until she begged. “Please… daal do apna lund… main mar jaungi,” she pleaded, her pussy dripping onto the sheets. When I finally thrust in deep, she came instantly, squirting in powerful pulses that left her breathless and glowing.
Sex with Priya was always about pleasure—hers first. I loved the way her body responded, how her virgin innocence turned into eager passion. She’d whisper dirty things in Hindi during the heat of it: “Chodo mujhe zor se… meri chut ko apna bana lo.” Her squirting became our favorite thing. Sometimes I’d make her cum just with my fingers and tongue, watching her spray across the room. Other times, she’d ride me until she drenched my stomach and chest.
As months passed, our love deepened. She wasn’t just the shy girl anymore. She was my passionate partner, confident in her body and desires. We explored new positions—her on top, spooning, even in the shower where the water mixed with her squirts. Every time she came on my dick, it felt like the first time all over again. That look of pure ecstasy on her face, the way her walls clenched and released, the warm flood around me… it was addictive.
One lazy Sunday morning, sunlight filtering through the curtains, she woke me with soft kisses down my body. Her mouth wrapped around my morning wood, sucking lazily until I was rock hard. Then she straddled me, sinking down slowly, taking every inch. She rode me gently at first, hands on my chest, her hair cascading over her shoulders. I reached up to play with her bouncing tits, pinching her nipples just the way she liked.
“Main phir se squirting karne wali hoon,” she moaned, grinding harder. I thrust up to meet her, hitting deep. Her pace quickened, breaths turning into cries. When she peaked, it was spectacular— a long, shuddering orgasm that made her squirt repeatedly, soaking my groin and the bed. She collapsed on me, laughing softly in that post-orgasm glow. “I love how you make me feel… so complete.”
We stayed like that for a long time, connected, whispering sweet nothings. Priya had discovered a side of herself she never knew existed, and I was lucky enough to be there for every wet, pleasurable moment.
