With that, I stopped it and got up again. His eyes clearly states he is very horny and he is not done yet. As my petticoat knot, became loose, I tightened it again and he is staring at me as to how easily I tied the knot and adjusted it. As I am moving towards my clothes, he pulled me back and made me lie on bed. He lifted petticoat and stated playing with my shrunken penis. I am totally with shame as I compared my penis with his size. I am ashamed and he is loving it.
I just told him,
Manoj, I am very tired, can we please stop for now ? but Manoj responded
pinching my ass.
I understood, he is
planning to fuck me more now. Though I am afraid, but I realised I need to go
through it. He extended his arms to cupboard and pulled oil and applied to my
ass and to his penis as well. Now he opens up and tells me that I am big fan of
your ass since the day I saw you.
This time, he asked
me to keep pillow under my belly, so that It wont hurt me. I really liked and
thanked him for his care towards me.
Suddenly, he placed
one slap on my ass. Its exactly in the center, half of his hand on my left butt
and half of my right butt. I requested me to be gentle and feeling ashamed but
he is loving it.
He spread my ass butt and opened my hole with his thumb. I requested him to be gentle. He placed his penis on my anus and I remembered the incident of last night & had goosebumps. He is gentle while entering the tip of his penis in my ass and I felt good sensation. Suddenly with all his strength, he pushed his entire penis in my ass hole. Knowing how thick and big his penis, its literally tearing me apart. I controlled my scream by holding the blanket. He started slapping my left butt. I requested him to stop, but felt another slap on right butt. I accepted that now I am his wife and woman to him.
Its nice sensation
but lot of pain. The more I am requesting him, I getting slap. He is acting
like wild animal and uncontrollable energy. Each push is much deeper than the
previous one. I observed my reflection on the wardrobe mirror. I am with fair
skin and Manoj with dark skin riding on me like a powerful man and I ended up
giving my ass to him. Felt like small in front of him and at his mercy.
He is not showing any signs of tiredness while I am exhausted fully. Slowly I closed my eyes and now I started enjoying it and whenever I am feeling less pain, he is pushing me hard making me realise that he is man. Room is filled with my moans and sounds of pachak-pachak coming with his each push while riding on me. He continued for nearly 30 minutes and at last his warm juices filled in my hole.
He collapsed on me
and rested on me for some time. Eventually, the room grew quiet, and we simply
lay beside each other, catching our breath.
When his breathing
became normal, he came on my other side and observed my wet eyes . He pulled me
closer to his chest and kissed on my forehead and mentioned that he is in total
love with me and that’s the reason he gets excited.
After a few peaceful
moments, since I was only my orange cotton petticoat I covered my self with
blanket, picked panty, bra and wore it. Removed cotton petticoat before getting
off the bed. I quietly cleaned myself, then gently helped Manoj clean up as his
penis. What surprised me is that with my each touch, his penis is getting
stronger. I got totally amazed at his stamina. He pulled me again and this
time, I firmly told him to stop as I don’t have energy left in me as you have
teared my body completely.
When I looked down
at the petticoat afterward, I couldn't help but let out a soft, helpless smile.
What shocked me is the blood stains on petticoat when I looked at it.
"Well... I
definitely can't wear this again today," I murmured.
Manoj looked at me
with an amused grin. He mentioned that I am no longer virgin now and you are
complete now as my wife.
As I got up towards
washroom, he reached for my hand and gently pulled me closer. This time there
was no teasing, only quiet affection. He kissed my forehead, and held me close
against his chest.
"I love you,
Bala," he whispered. "Sometimes I get carried away... but only
because I love being with you."
Hearing those words,
I smiled, closed my eyes, rested my head against him and my hand started
playing with his chest hair. For a little while, neither of us spoke, simply
enjoying the comfort of the quiet Sunday morning together.
As I looked down at
myself as I am feeling sticky and uncomfortable. With a small sigh, I turned to
Manoj."I think I need a bath." He smiled. "Me too."
A few minutes later,
we stepped into the bathroom & Manoj handed me the soap & asked me to
help him with his back and shoulders. I laughed and obliged, while I made sure
he finished his bath first so that I could take my time and clean myself
properly afterward.
I came out of the
bathroom with a towel tied neatly around my breasts like a lady, and adjusted
it carefully as I walked back into the room. Manoj already slipped into a fresh
T-shirt and a pair of shorts.
I stood in front of
the wardrobe, staring at the neatly folded clothes.
"What should I
wear?" I wondered aloud.I turned toward him. "Should I wear a T-shirt
and shorts?" The smile on Manoj's face vanished at once. He looked at me
with clear irritation, and anger tone.
"No," he said
firmly. "When you are with me, don't think you are a man," he said,
his voice edged with anger. "You are my wife and woman for me."
His words made me go
quiet and bent down my head. "You should wear a saree or a proper nighty
with a petticoat."
I turned back to the
wardrobe, wondering whether to choose a nighty or saree.
I nodded. " ok
my hubby! you decide." He walked over to the wardrobe with enthusiasm, carefully
checking the sarees.
At last, he held up
a soft pink cotton saree.“This one.”
I looked at it and
smiled. “The pink one?” He nodded. “Simple. Soft. And it will suit you
beautifully.”
He picked up the
matching blouse, then frowned. “Hmm… this won’t fit.”I glanced at it and shook
my head. “It’s not my size.”
Then I remembered
Sindhu showing me the ready-made blouse section.
“Oh,” I said,
opening the cupboard. “I have one here.”
I found a blouse
that matched perfectly and held it up.“There. This should do.”
Manoj’s smile
returned. “Perfect.”He reached for the lower shelf and pulled out a matching
petticoat, checking it with obvious satisfaction.“And this too.”
He shrugged. “If I’m
choosing the saree, I might as well do it properly.”
He placed the saree,
blouse, and petticoat on the bed, looking far too pleased with himself.
I glanced at the
neatly arranged clothes and then back at him.
“What about bra
& panty?” I asked, my tone light but curious.
For a second, he
looked caught off guard. Then a slow smile spread across his face.
“That,” he said
softly, “is your choice.”. I just laughed back at him, you don’t ask me when
removing, but telling me now its my choice. I know I made him happy by letting
him know he is a man with penis.
Then I pulled open
another drawer and took out my lingerie. After a quick glance, I selected a
skin-coloured bra and panty set and placed it neatly with the saree, blouse,
and petticoat on the bed.
“There,” I said,
turning back to him with a small smile. “Now I’m all ready.”
“Happy now?” I
asked.He nodded. “Very.”
I gathered the
clothes in my arms and looked at him with mock seriousness.
“Fine,” I said.
“Wait outside for five minutes.”
He folded his arms.
“Five whole minutes?”
“Yes.”“That’s
cruel.”
I smiled, closed the
door. Started with bra, panty, petticoat and blouse.continued draping the pink
saree.Almost ten minutes later, I opened the bedroom door. The soft pink cotton
saree draped neatly, its pleats falling perfectly at the center just as Sindhu
had taught me. The pallu rested gracefully over my shoulder, and the glass
bangles on my wrists.
Almost ten minutes
later, I opened the bedroom door. Manoj looked up—and simply froze.
His gaze lingered on
the small red bindi on my forehead before settling on the mangalya chain
resting against my breast.
"I don't think
I've ever seen anyone look this beautiful."
My cheeks warmed
instantly."It's just a simple cotton saree."
"No," he
said softly. "It's the way you're wearing it."
I looked down shyly
and instinctively adjusted the edge of my pallu.
" I said.
"It's almost lunchtime." He sighed dramatically.
"I suppose I'll
have to share my beautiful wife with the rest of the house for a little
while."
He smiled and pulled
me into a warm embrace.
The moment I rested
against him, his hand slid gently along my back before settling at my ass crack
over the soft folds of my saree. I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the
quiet comfort of being in his arms.
"Thank
you," I whispered.He smiled.
"But I'm still
not ready to forgive you," I added, looking up at him. "You are very
far rough with me and please be gentle next time.”
