We were both too tired after our wedding ceremony to consummate our vows. We’d waited this long; what would one more day hurt?
The next day, we found our bedroom decorated with roses and scented candles. I locked the door and headed towards the bed, where my wife and I took a seat. I drank half a glass of milk and gave her the other half (a ritual in India), watching her swallow it. Traces of milk clung to her lips. She was about to wipe, when I said, “No, I will do it.”
I licked the droplets from around her mouth, then shared a deep, passionate kiss with her—my first.
“I want more milk,” I said to her.
My wife replied, “It’s gone; there’s no more.”
“There are two more cups, I think.”
“Where?” she asked turning her face away.
I extended my hand toward her giant tits. “Should I drink?”
“No, don’t touch,” she said, but added quietly, “but you can use your mouth.”
I undressed then opened my bride’s blouse and sucked her beautiful round tits. Then I took off the rest of her clothing, got down on my knees and started licking her hairy little cunt. She seemed almost desperate, pressing my head toward her pussy fiercely.
“Can I touch that,” she asked, and pointed toward my thickened erection.
“Your rod,” she said, and started playing with it. She kissed it with more passion and then started sucking it. I was on the edge of orgasm, but I didn’t want to finish it this easily, so I stopped her.
“I am afraid.” she said, thinking that penetration was imminent. “Is it painful?”
I said, “Don’t worry, I will not put it in now . I will only do it when you feel you’re comfortable.”
She hugged me with tears in her eyes, saying, “I love you.”
I kissed her all over her body from top to bottom. Then I centered in on her pussy, kissing it and slipping my finger into her tight little cunt. I rubbed it fiercely for two or three minutes and made her cum. She helped me cum as well by licking my rod, and that was our first night, so sweet and no pain.
Our next time together emulated the first, but after that, we got more comfortable with using sexual language with each other. Our “dirty talk” got us feeling horny, and she began to feel more comfortable with her body and mine. The third time we came together sexually, she approached me and guided me to put my thickened rod inside her tight and swollen pussy.
“Ahhhh, slowly,” she said.
I asked, “Is everything okay?” and she nodded.
“A bit further inside,” she said and hugged me tight as I worked to get inside her. I moved slowly to adjust myself until she said, “That’s it.” Soon she urged me loudly, “Faster. Come on.”
“I wasn’t wearing a condom, so I asked, “Should I cum outside?”
She seemed to feel hornier than me. “No,” she said. “This is good. I want to feel your hot cum inside me.”
I released inside her pussy, both of us orgasming at the same moment. As I removed my rod, I saw a trace of blood on the bedsheet.
“Are you alright?” I asked but she reassured me.
“Yes, it’s nothing.”
After that, we went to take shower and then, the whole night, we continued to do it more. It was a night to remember.
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