I awaited my spouse on a flower-decorated bed. I never imagined marrying a 60-year-old man in a few months. After becoming engaged, my eyes flooded with tears. I’m a married 19-year-old. I’m not against marriage, but I can’t stomach it with an old pervert.
I don’t feel like talking about my past or appearance. His manliness will fill my femininity tonight. Tomorrow, I will lose my treasured virginity. I will lie naked, spread, and copulated on this red silk saree-clad bed. My in-laws, mom, and sister outside will hear my nighttime whimpers, groans, and cries.
It’s customary for women to surrender to their husbands. Do not resist. Before leaving, my mum told me to cooperate and it will be over soon.
Please see my appearance. I don’t want to describe my features, but I think it’s fair to know what kind of lady the horrible beast will eat. I’m 5’3, tiny, with small, round breasts capped with brown nipples, a handful for a man, a curvaceous, narrow waist, smooth skin, and flexible legs. I’m brown like an Indian girl. I fear my dark beauty doomed me. He made a deal using my family’s poverty. to marry me and care for my mother and brothers.
I found it indecent. Marrying an elderly bald man? How do I get close to him? Betrayed, I cried…
My 5’11, average-built new hubby entered. He was impatient. I was also silenced. Despite being fully clothed, all I saw was his mischievous smile and shining eyes feasting on my vulnerable flesh. Despite feeling guilty, a man’s lusty stare made my legs tingle. He lay between my knees and humped me for a moment. ‘Oh….God….’ I said. I realized my guilt. Nevertheless. I’m a passionate young girl.
He spoke formally next to me. I always thought he wanted to know my clothes, not my emotions. He touched my hips uncontrollably. As his warm hand stroked my saree, the area tingled. I was psychologically and physically prepared for my first sex.
He pushed me over the bed and rolled over me, proving his stamina. His heavy cock touched my thighs. Size… It was big. For me and thicker than expected. Dimmed the lights and stripped above the top. His hairy, toned chest surprised me at his age. He unhooked my top, saree, and jewellery. He expertly nuded my shirt, exposing my delicate breasts. He kissed me quickly. My never-kissed lips felt great and new. He bit my bottom lip and nibbled.
He clamped my tits. It was so hard that I whimpered in the slightest pleasure.
“Oh…don’t. Can’t, “I could only say with his lips clamped on my stiff nipples. He sucked and milked it till I was done. I was moaning and flailing in bed, gripping his hair in my hands.
My former hubby then stripped for the next part of our night. His cock scared me. He returned to the bed to reveal my virgin body. I didn’t resist as he stripped me. I was fully exposed to my husband’s sight, my erect nipples wet with his saliva, my pussy leaking, and my lips twitching in anticipation.
He resumed kissing me quickly. He kissed me passionately while holding my tits. Pleasure invaded my young body. After a moment, he asked me to suck his firm cock. Though unskilled, I tried. I slowly swallowed his cock. I accelerated with him holding my head and penetrating my mouth.
He breathed hard and enjoyed my sucking talents as he removed his cock. He then separated my legs. I wanted him in my pussy. He removed the blankets covering our nude bodies and pushed his cock in my pussy. Slowly, his cock entered my virginity, causing searing pain that made me scream.
“Oh…God…
Stop, please. Painful.” I shouted and thrashed his back to escape hell. His cock was searing my insides. He persisted till his pubic hairs touched mine. I relaxed and rested after my initial penetration.
As he fucked me, I held onto his shoulders. We kept fucking despite sweating, panting, and gasping. His massive cock tore my pussy, fucking me forever. I’m his wife now and will please him anytime. My orgasm built up and spasmed in a minute. He plundering my tight pussy reached my womb.
He gave me one last kiss that left me breathless. I returned his kisses and firm hugs. He slept well after touching me all over. I lay staring at the ceiling, remembering my first night with my husband, whom I misjudged. He was a hunk in bed and would make me happy in and out.
I cuddled up to him and fell asleep, satisfied.