Wild Republic Day Sex with a 19-Year-Old Girl

Hello, everyone. I am Author (name changed). I’m writing about this experience from my life after quite some time. I’m a 6’1″ tall, dark brown Bengali man who stayed in Pune and Mumbai for a few years. But I am now back in my hometown.

Keeping my introduction brief, let’s jump into the experience.

After about two years in a committed relationship, I was loyal, despite enjoying casual sexual experiences in the past. While in the relationship, a few women I knew contacted me for sexual encounters, but I declined. I had deleted Tinder from my phone, though my profile remained active.

About two months into the relationship, my girlfriend and I agreed to deactivate our dating app profiles. I was happy with my girlfriend and enjoyed a fulfilling and active sex life. However, in December, we broke up. We stayed in touch for a while, even until a few months ago, but our relationship ended.

In the last week of December, I reinstalled and reactivated all my dating apps. I matched with a 19-year-old girl on one of them. I was quite attracted to her and felt a sense of familiarity. We chatted and vibed well on the first day. Her name started with K, but I couldn’t see her full name.

I mentioned she seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place her. She had a way with words, saying, “New beginnings are always sexy,” which I loved. We conversed and enjoyed each other’s company. Then she revealed her name was Ketaki (name changed), and I remembered why she seemed familiar.

When my ex-girlfriend and I decided to deactivate our Tinder and other dating app profiles, I had to reinstall Tinder. At that time, I was loyal but kept my profile active for a while. I didn’t actively swipe, but I had a premium account and swiped right on women who swiped right on me.

That’s when I matched with an 18-year-old girl. I was quite attracted to her after some conversations. I had been with an 18-year-old before, but I was 27 or 28 then. When I matched with Ketaki on Tinder, I was 30. I felt tempted but also guilty, so I deactivated my Tinder profile.

Ketaki was a young woman with an active sex life, and a match disappearing from her dating app after three days didn’t bother her much. When I told her about our previous match, she didn’t even remember me, which was disappointing.

I could identify her, but I wasn’t special to her. It was sad, but it is what it is. We enjoyed each other’s company, and it was an instant hit. I mentioned that she was 18 when we first matched, and now she is 19. She said her birthday was in December, and I joked about missing a treat.

She replied, “Haha, yeah, you’ll have to wait a year.” She was open about her sex life, and we discussed it. I liked talking with her. She said, “It’s not about penetration but the time we spend together.”  I felt she was genuine, not pretending to be something she wasn’t.

I’ve met women who act overly sexual in conversation but create drama during actual sex. Ketaki wasn’t like that. She never did nude video calls. But one day she stripped a little for me—not entirely, just dropping her top to reveal the upper part of her nipples. I was horny.

We were already discussing sex and planning to meet. I suggested we have sex soon, but she informed me she was going on a Meghalaya trip with her sister. I was excited to meet her, so I felt a bit disappointed. However, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

The New Year passed, and we were in touch but not much. We couldn’t fix a date to meet and have sex. Our conversations decreased. Meanwhile, I occasionally met my ex, with whom I had broken up. We didn’t have sex, but we did make out. I always loved kissing and being intimate with her.

We had many hot moments in lifts, theatres, my car, emergency stairwells in malls, pubs, and even during bike rides. However, due to some conflicts, I didn’t want to have sex with her at that time, though it was hard for both of us to resist making out.

She was my ex now so that I could crave other women, and I was craving Ketaki. I wondered if she was talking or if we’d actually have sex.

I almost forgot about her until I received a text from her in the fourth week of January. We were connected on Instagram. She mentioned she was a hotel management student (which I already knew) and was busy with food festivals.

She also shared that she loved cooking and suggested we cook together sometime. I teased that I’d disturb her while she cooked, and we both laughed. I’ll be honest, I enjoyed talking with her. She was sweet, had a way with words, and was a little slutty, and I loved it all.

She had a boyfriend, but it wasn’t exclusive. I replied, “Oh, now I have competition.”

She said, “Come on, baby, it’s not about competition. It’s about enjoying the company, the vibe. With my boyfriend, it’s different. With you, it’d be different. I even tell him it’s not about the sex—it’s about the good memories.”

I loved our transparent, unfiltered conversation. She was seductive, and I got a tent in my underwear, wanting to bang her and get dirty with her.

Me: Let’s plan something, baby.

Ketaki: Yeah, babe, I want it too. I wanted to be with you before my Meghalaya trip, but I loved the trip, and you weren’t on my mind, haha.

Ouch, that was a punch to my heart.

Ketaki: Jokes apart, let’s do it this Friday. I want you with me.

Me: Okay, but I have office—it’s a weekday.

Ketaki: It’s a holiday.

Me: Oh yeah, but we can meet on the weekend too, right?

Ketaki: I have to meet my boyfriend.

I agreed. It is what it is.

She lived quite far away, but the good part was that she had a direct bus from her place to a mall near mine. She stayed somewhere in the southern part of the city (but outside).

We had Republic Day celebrations, and I attended them before going to meet her. My parents were making me late, and I was getting frustrated. They asked me to wait until they returned home, but the Republic Day event was long.

So, I decided not to wait and went to meet her on my bike. She was waiting near the mall. I expected her to wear a short skirt, as I’d mostly seen her in skirts, but she was in palazzo trousers and a thin jacket.

I hadn’t booked a hotel, so I booked one I’d visited before, mentioned in one of my earlier stories. It was a good hotel, but to my distress, they gave us a below-average room. The bedsheet was torn, the AC remote didn’t work, and I wanted an air freshener.

I was frustrated when Ketaki came to me and said, “What happened, baby? We’re important, not the room.” She put her hands around my shoulders.

Wow, what a girl. I couldn’t control myself and forced my tongue into her mouth. This 19-year-old had her charm over me. I applied full pressure inside her mouth while my hands squeezed her ass.

Thankfully, when the hotel staff went to get a new bedsheet and AC remote, she closed the door. When he returned, we broke our kiss. The room was scented with an air freshener. I locked the door, and we kissed again. The kiss was long and felt so good.

I squeezed her buttocks again, leaned against her, and she fell onto the bed with me on top. I wasn’t just kissing her; I was eating her. She tasted good, my saliva mixing with hers. I had a hard-on inside my underwear. She was wearing a jacket, which I opened.

Oh my God, her tight top revealed gorgeous breasts—bigger than they appeared in pictures. They were juicy, suckable, and clearly not untouched, which I knew. I wanted to suck them badly.

I removed her top and set it aside. She was in her bra and yellow trousers. Mmm, the beast in me was rising. I checked the bed’s position; thankfully, it had good cushioning at the head, so I wouldn’t hurt my head when thrusting. My tongue drooled at the thought of holding and thrusting her.

I held her left leg with my right hand, pulled it, bit her near her collarbone, and licked her neck. My God, Ketaki’s expressions made me hornier. She held me tightly as I licked her everywhere. I was still in my jeans, rubbing my dick against her vagina through her trousers.

I pushed her to the bed, my tongue still in her mouth, while Ketaki dug her fingers into my back. We were devouring each other, not holding back. I wanted to thrust her so badly.

I was wearing an oversized vest under my shirt. Ketaki opened my shirt, leaving me in my vest. I’ll be honest—men have insecurities, and I do too, like whether my partner will enjoy sex or if I can satisfy her. But Ketaki’s earlier conversations made me feel free, and I was chilled out that day.

I started undoing her trousers when my phone rang. It was my mum, saying they needed to return home and didn’t have keys. She insisted I come back to open the door. I said I’d be late, but she kept pressuring me.

I decided to book an Uber courier to send the keys home, but I needed to delay so they wouldn’t realise I was nearby. Due to the continuous pressure, I booked the courier in 10–15 minutes. Ketaki put her trousers back on, and we kissed and made out in the meantime.

The Uber courier guy arrived, I gave him the keys, and he delivered them to my parents. I was finally tension-free, and Ketaki and I focused on each other without interruption.

After returning to the room, I didn’t waste time. I started kissing Ketaki while my hands undid her trousers. We were wildly undressing each other. She felt my dick and made a soft noise. I was already hard, but her touch made me feel even harder, maybe even thicker—though it could’ve been my imagination.

I pulled her panties off in one go. She was shaved or waxed, which felt amazing. I grabbed her pussy, and she let out a small shriek. I pushed her to the bed and got on top. We were both naked, rubbing against each other, enjoying it immensely. I held her arms, locking them with my right hand.

I started biting her everywhere, from her neck to her nipples, circling my tongue around her areola. I raised her legs, went to her pussy, and pushed my tongue deep inside. She was wet, groaning with each lick. She held my head, applying pressure.

I licked her for about five minutes, then got up and subtly pointed to my dick. She understood my firm gesture. Oh God, the way this 19-year-old sucked me was incredible. She had a ponytail, and I started thrusting into her mouth. She knew what she was doing, and my manhood was covered in her saliva.

I was rock hard after she sucked me. Now it was my duty to fuck her well. I love doggy style, but missionary or modified missionary is my all-time favourite. I started in missionary, placing Ketaki’s legs on my shoulders and pointing my manhood at her vagina.

With one stroke, I entered her. She was ready after all the foreplay, and a sigh of pleasure escaped her mouth. She was leaking, in ecstasy. With each thrust, she bit her lips, eyes closed. I felt so free with her, no pressure. I watched her face as I pushed inside her. Oh, what a feeling.

Ketaki’s moaning and my thrusting created noises we both loved. We weren’t holding back. I was wearing a condom—a new brand—and loved the feeling. With her legs on my shoulders, I got tired after 30 minutes, but I wasn’t close to climaxing.

I lay on my back, and we talked for five minutes. I held her by the shoulder, my arm around her.

Ketaki: I love kissing you.

Me: Me too, Ketaki.

I played with her breasts while she played with my dick. I was erect again. Within 3–5 minutes, I said, “Ketaki, let me fuck you.” She quickly positioned her legs to make it easy for me to put them on my shoulders. However, I realised keeping her legs on my shoulders would tire me out.

So, I held her legs, spread them apart, and rammed my dick inside her pussy. She shrieked with the first stroke. She closed her eyes when I rammed or kissed her, holding me tight. I penetrated her deeply, and it felt so good. Proper “thap, thap, thap” sounds echoed.

Ketaki wasn’t screaming, but made amazing noises that fuelled my enthusiasm. I banged her for slightly over 45 minutes, mixing fast and slow thrusts. I was still hard but drained. After fucking her for so long, I grunted and fell on my back. We were completely naked, and I loved her touches all over me.

I wanted to be sucked badly, and Ketaki understood, crawling to my dick. She was incredible at sucking, sometimes licking my balls. I loved the sight of her. I couldn’t control myself and crossed my legs around her neck. She smirked at me and kept sucking.

I held her head as she sucked for 12–13 minutes, then made a puking sound, took my dick out, and breathed for a few seconds. I realised she wasn’t feeling great after taking me so deep. I pulled her towards me, held her tightly, and kissed her, though it felt a bit weird after she’d sucked me so well.

I have some chest hair, and she played with it. We talked nicely as she toyed with my hair. I had rock-solid erections that day and got hard quickly.

I was still semi-erect. I got on top, bit her nipples, and squeezed them while rubbing my semi-erect dick on her pubic area as she held my head, pressing it.

It was getting late, so I asked if she was hungry, and she nodded yes. I got up and asked, “What should I order?”

Ketaki: When did I ask you to order?

Me: You’re hungry, right?

Ketaki: I’m hungry… but for having you inside me.

Those words made my cock stand straight again, and I had a cunning smile.

Me: I’ll fuck you like the cute little slut you are.

Ketaki: Fuck me, Master.

We’d never used terms like this, so it charged me further. I made her sit in doggy position, but she tried to move to the corner of the bed. I held her tight and pulled her to the centre.

Ketaki: You’ll enter me standing, right?

I didn’t let her finish, pushing my thumb into her mouth, which she licked while staring at me. I made her bend more at her hands, raising her buttocks for a slanting position. I stood and entered her pussy in one go, holding her waist tightly. She groaned loudly.

I didn’t let her finish groaning and thrust again, hitting deep. She groaned again. I decided to show no mercy, ramming her with strong strokes. I realised I was hitting her deep. Ketaki wasn’t one to scream much, but this time she was groaning like hell.

I held her hair with my right hand while banging her. I usually change pace, but this time I was rough and wild, varying the tempo slightly. I pulled her hair and kissed her a few times, but she said, “Fuck me, Master—fuck me.”

I focused on fucking her. She didn’t squirt like in porn, but she leaked heavily. I fucked her hard for about 20–22 minutes until I was completely drained, but still didn’t cum. I had precum mixing with the fluids in the condom. When I stopped, I fell onto the bed with a huge force, exhausted.

Ketaki: Did you cum, Master?

Me: No, honey, I’m just so hungry.

I ordered two chicken steaks with rice, and we had a cosy time. After meals, I struggle to have sex properly. But since I hadn’t cum, I felt incomplete. I shared this with Ketaki.

Me: I want to fuck you, Ketaki, and cum, but I don’t have energy.

Ketaki: Okay, don’t worry, Master.

She started stroking my dick, which had gone flaccid after doggy. I got hard again. She positioned herself on my dick and rode me so well, her breasts bouncing. Oh my God, I loved it. Within 4–5 minutes, I came. It felt so good. I thanked Ketaki, and we kissed.

We talked and chilled until about 7:30 or 8:00 p.m., when we left the hotel.

Now, the shocker. I won’t deliberately detail it much, as this is a sex story site, and you wouldn’t be interested, but the delivery guy who took the keys to my parents mentioned he was coming from an OYO. This caused a huge problem at home.

Ketaki and I texted that night with cute messages. She had a healthy relationship with her boyfriend and me. She often expressed wanting to have sex again, and honestly, I wanted it badly too. I was always ready, but I was having a difficult time in my personal life, and our schedules didn’t align, so I was dodging her.

I hope you enjoyed my narration of this experience. I’d love to connect with my readers, hear your feedback, and learn about your experiences. Contact me at [email protected].