Indian Wedding - Sex Stories

Indian Wedding

... his cock nudge my pussy lips, then he grunted and slipped inside me, making me groan and arch my back as he filled my pussy for the first time this evening. He started fucking slowly this time, as we felt each others bodies, kissing wildly as we undulated on the bed. The bed began to creak as he moved a little faster, but I slowed him down to make him last, telling him I wanted to ride him. We rolled over so he was on his back and I climbed on top of him, grabbing his sticky cock and easing myself onto him. His black hands came up to my tits and he mauled them roughly as I rode him, my eyes fixed on his as he began to talk dirty to me again, calling me a horny slut, telling me I was a great fuck and asking me if I loved black cock. This was getting me hornier and hornier and I told him I wanted him to fuck me raw, that I wanted him every way a woman could. And for the next three hours he fucked me like stallion and I received him like a mare. We fucked like animals, every way we could, every way we wanted. Me on top, on my hands and knees, on our sides, on the floor and back on the bed. The room was filled with gasping and swearing, the sound of skin slapping skin. Now and then I could see us in a mirror, his lean hard black body pressed close to my fair skin, his fingers in my Indian black hair, his mouth on my body, my legs wrapped around him and my fingers all over his body. We could have made a fortune from a video of that night. When he asked me if I wanted it in my ass ...

... I replied by rolling onto my front and using my fingers to pull my ass cheeks aside. He laughed out loud then he took my ass. He didn't use any lube and it hurt like hell but I loved it, every minute of it! He took it easy going in but once he'd been in a few minutes he started to fuck my ass harder and harder, I thought he was going to do some permanent damage with a cock like his but I took it ... and I loved it! Every time I came he just kept going, and every time Tej came I'd give him a minute to get his breath back before I was on him with mouth and fingers to get him up again. But all good things must come to an end and around 1 a.m. I told him I had to go. He watched me dress and we kissed again, long and hard before he showed me to the door and let me out. I thanked him for giving me such a lovely send off and he laughed and told me to call him when I got back from my honeymoon! I didn't, but I sure thought about it a few times. Then just 14 hours later at 3pm, I was walking up the aisle, dressed in flawless red choli-lehanga (traditional Indian wedding dress) with heavy gold jewelry and traditional makeup, looking like a virgin princess to say my vows, with the cum of another man still warm in my pussy. As I reach the altar I bowed to the Pandit (priest) as he gave me a lecherous stare at my burgeoning breasts which were oozing out my cut blouse. I blushed and Ashima noticed it. She guessed what had happened but I couldn't really talk at the reception and she had to ...