1. vilage girl to society lady .....!


    Date: 9/4/2017, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Sex Humor, Author: banupriya21, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I grew up in a rural Maharashtrian village. I was tall for my age of 18 years, about 5′7″ and thin. I had round breast with big pointed nipples, thin waist and well moulded buttocks and tapering legs. My color was slight dark and my face was oval shaped. I had slanted eyes, thin pointed and slighltly upturned nose, pouting lips and good even teeth, which sparkled when I smiled. I was not considered beautiful in a traditional way but by the age of 19, I could observe that most men were giving me sly looks in the village. My parents were traditional farmers and we were poor. I had two younger b*****rs. There would not be much food for us on most of the days. We had a village school and all three of us used to attend the school. I was a good student and my teachers used to encourage me to study hard. I was fluent in Marathi (my mother tongue) and could read a few words of English. I was familiar with the English alphabets but not too fluent. My parents were worried that I may not get a good match because of my height and my looks and intelligence. So they were desperately trying to get me married asap. That’s when they found a groom for me from the village who was about 30 years old, a widower, and was working in the city. His first wife had died due to some disease. He had come for holidays to visit his parents. I was married of to him. I was young, not prepared for the marriage and was simply frightened. The first night I was waiting for him in his parents small abode. The ...
    room had just a mattress and was partitioned off from the main room by a cloth curtain which was torn and patched. I was sitting on the mattress and awaiting my husband. I must have dozed of when I felt a hand on my hair. It was around 12.00 midnight, I awoke and got up with my head bend low. I could smell the pungent smell of liquor in the room and his breath. His hand held my chin and lifted it. He looked at my face and then kissed me. I could taste the liquor and was feeling revolted. That night of marriage, I saw my husband for the first time. He was the same height as me, thin with protruding yellow teeth and bald. He was fair, and d***k. I could smell the liquor in his breadth. I sat frightened and held my breath as he sat beside me. He embraced me and I could feel the tingling within me, the fear of unknown. He just laid me on the matress and opened my blouse. I did not have a bra as we were poor and could not afford one. Then he started pressing my breast. He pressed my nipples and suddenly bent and bit it. Tears sprung in my eyes and I tried pushing him away. He raised my sari and fingered my cunt. Then I felt a deep searing pain in my choot as I felt something forcing its way in. I tried to shout but immediately he had his hand on my mouth. It was as if I was being sliced open with a knife. I was hurt. Finally the live rod being inserted stopped and then he started thrusting it in and out. In the meantime, my breast was being badly mauled. I could feel the pain ...
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