Experience of a newly married virgin on her first night
after her marriage.
Let me tell you the story of a night,
A tale of manâs gesture and might.
He was the partner of mine in life,
People called him my husband and me his wife.
The day passed in performance of rights,
The night fell down for his sight.
I was on the bed beside the light,
He entered the room and his face was glowing very bright.
He gazed and broadened his smile,
He took my hands in a delicate style.
He played with my long fingers,
Like a flute is played by singers.
He drew me near him, then the next,
I being simple could not follow the text.
I could her the strong breathing of him,
His breathing and mine were all different.
âYou are beautifulâ? as he said to me,
I lifted my eyes and could hardly see.
His lips were dry and he was moistening it,
As a hungry Lion taking food by it.
He pulled me to his chest and kissed,
Kissing was warm and was fixed.
I blushed and blushed to the last,
I was feeling hot and blood was running fast.
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His actions were not decent the next,
But I was helpless and could not protest.
He pulled my trousers over my knee,
Caressed my legs and said to me:
âHow beautiful your legs areâ?!
Just so beautiful the pegs are.
He pulled it more but railed,
The button was so tight, he tried but failed.
He then detached the upper portion,
Underneath which I wore a bra.
He held it and held it very tight,
I could not bear and cried a slight.
He did not care for my sight,
And pulled the last wear of my thigh.
I was having the only shield of a bra,
And he pulled my delicate breast out of my bra.
He first caressed my delicate balls with delight,
Then he held them with all the might.
I again raised an alarm,
He said there is no harm.
Donât do it or Iâll die,
It is essential for the game donât shy.
He put his mouth on the nipples and sucked,
I closed my eyes and enjoyed.
I was naked as a newly born,
All my garments were aside thrown.
I looked then with a stun,
And was hesitating for the next run.
He started caressing my body,
By abdomen, by breast, by neck.
He treated my lips and then the text,
It was the point where I followed the next.
I was naked while he was in trousers,
I put my hand on the string and pulled.
Now he too was naked all without trousers,
And I took his organ with my hands fulled.
It was a long hard rod,
And then he put his finger into my hole, My God!
He said to me, âIt is very greasy and hotâ?,
I smiled and moved slightly on to the cot.
Face to face beside him I laid,
Found his thirsty lipâs stoutness and grade.
He put his thirsty lips over lips of mine,
Now I was feeling pleasure given divine.
Should I start the game? He put the question,
I being overwhelmed could not mention.
Then the next, I was feeling his might,
And his long rod playing full straight.
He widened my legs a shile,
Then he put his rod with a delicate style.
He stressed and hig then geared,
The road being blocked was to be cleared.
âDo it slowly or Iâll die,
But he did not care for my cry.
So, then came the time,
Which I was fearing.
The tears rolled down my cheeks,
But he didnât care and hit strokes.
He pushed the rod inside with its full length,
And I was feeling without any strength.
First two strokes gave me severe pain,
But the later was loose and plain.
I was not enjoying the game,
And was repealing with shame.
I said, âBut all insideâ?,
Reluctantly he replied, âNothing is outsideâ?.
First time disgusted with God,
That he should made short the manâs rod.
I am enjoying, to him I told,
And found him more strong and bold.
More and more he quickened the process,
Thrusted and pulled what he possessed.
My breath was faster and his was too,
What I was feeling I could not tell you.
Now the time came for the pack up of the pleasuring time,
The juice of the rod started flowing through the drain.
He gave me the last jerk and slipped,
I saw the rod motionless lying.
He was tired and I was too,
Yet he desired to do and do.
We went to dreams enjoying the day,
The same was over to the next day.
He again tried to catch me fast,
But I started pushing him back fast.
So, that was the story of a night,
A tale of manâs gesture and might.
He was the partner of mine in life,
People called him my husband and me his wife.
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