My name is Kunal and this desi newlywed couple sex story starts right after we signed the papers and landed in our small two bedroom flat in Lucknow. Swati was twenty three, tight body, thick thighs, those round desi breasts that always looked heavy under any kurti. I was twenty seven and half mad with how long I had waited. Family had kept us half decent during the whole engagement drama so by the time the pheras finished I was leaking in my pants. First night we barely talked. She came out of the bathroom in a thin white nightie her amma packed and I just pulled it up and pushed her on the bed.
I did not do sweet talk. I told her pull those legs open properly and she did it slow like she was still half scared. I spat on my fingers and rubbed her slit. She was already wet under that shy face. My cock was hard like iron and I shoved the head in without much waiting. She made a small sound and clenched hard. I kept pushing till my balls slapped her ass. The bed creaked like crazy and the neighbour uncle must have heard everything but I did not care. I fucked her deep from the start, long strokes that made her tits bounce hard under the nightie. She kept saying Kunal dheere thoda but her hips were lifting up to meet me so I went faster. Come leaked out of her on the second hard slam and she dug nails into my back. I flipped her over, yanked her hips up and took her from behind like a dog. Her face went into the pillow and she moaned loud. I reached under and rubbed her clit rough while pounding and she came shaking, juice running down my thighs. I emptied inside her with no rubber, thick ropes pumping till she was dripping on the sheet.
Next morning my cock was still sticky and she walked funny to the kitchen. I came up behind her while she made chai, lifted the nightie again and pushed half hard into her loose wet cunt. She almost dropped the cup. I held her waist and fucked her slow against the counter till chai boiled over. She came again quieter this time biting her own hand. I pulled out and made her kneel right there on the kitchen tiles and she took my cock in her mouth without fight. I held her hair and fucked her face till spit ran down her chin and ma ke laal on that pretty mouth. She gagged once then opened wider. I came on her tongue and she swallowed most of it looking up at me messy. That set the tone for the whole week.
Afternoon heat and open windows
Lucknow summer was brutal so the afternoons we stayed half naked with the cooler on. Swati would sit on the sofa scrolling phone in only panties and I would walk over, pull the cloth aside and shove three fingers in her. She always got wet too fast. One day I made her climb on top reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass jiggle while she rode. At first she was awkward moving hips then she found the angle and started slamming down hard. My cock disappeared inside that pink hole again and again. I slapped her ass cheeks red and she moaned bhenchod itna mat maar but kept bouncing faster. Cream built up around my shaft and when I felt her squeeze I yanked her down and pumped load number two deep. She stayed sitting on me till it stopped throbbing then lifted off slow letting everything drip on my stomach. I made her lick it clean. She wrinkled her nose at first then licked long stripes like a good wife should.
Evening that same day we ordered biryani but never ate hot. I bent her over the dining table instead, panties stuck at one ankle, and pushed into her still creamy cunt from behind. The table shook. Her hands gripped the edges and she kept saying harder thoda aur. I grabbed her hair with one hand and her hip with the other and wrecked her till the table legs scraped floor. When I was close I pulled out, spun her, and made her sit on the table edge so I could ram standing. Her legs wrapped my waist and she came soaking my balls. I shot on her stomach and lower breasts then rubbed it in with my fingers while she was still panting. We ate cold biryani after with my come still drying on her skin. Filthy and perfect.
Night she stopped acting shy
By day four Swati stopped pretending she was only taking it. She woke me up at two in the morning by sucking my cock already hard under the sheet. Her mouth was hot and messy, lots of spit, hand stroking the base while tongue worked the head. I held her head and pushed deeper till she choked a little. She pulled off gasping and climbed on me cowgirl proper this time, facing me. She guided my cock in herself and sat down all the way with a long moan. Then she rode like she wanted to break the bed. Tits bouncing free, nipples hard, her cunt gripping every inch. I thrust up to meet her and the sound of wet skin slapping filled the room. She came first, whole body shaking, and I flipped us without pulling out, put her ankles on my shoulders and pounded her through the aftershocks. Her eyes rolled and she muttered random shit in Hindi mixed with my name. I lasted maybe two more minutes then flooded her again. We stayed locked like that till my cock softened and slipped out with a wet sound. Come leaked onto the mattress and neither of us cleaned it.
Next night I wanted her ass. She had never taken cock there before marriage and I had been thinking about it since the pheras. I spent half hour rimming her and fingering the tight hole with lots of oil we kept in the bathroom. She was nervous, body tense, saying it will hurt quite a bit. I promised slow then pushed the head in anyway while she bit the pillow. Slow went out the window after the first inch. I worked deeper with small thrusts till my whole length was buried in her virgin hole. She whimpered and clenched so hard I almost came early. Once she adjusted I fucked her ass proper, long deep strokes that made her whole body rock. Reached under to rub her clit and she came with a scream that must have woken half the building. That made her ass pulse around me and I unloaded deep, holding still so every drop stayed inside. When I pulled out the hole stayed a little open and white cream leaked slow. I pushed it back in with my thumb and she just lay there wrecked and quiet.
We did it again in the morning in the shower. Water running cold because tanker was late. I soaped her tits and pussy then turned her to the wall and slipped into her already loose ass easier this time. She pushed back onto me like she was getting used to it. I pinched her nipples hard and fucked till both of us finished shaking under the spray. Soap and come mixed down our legs. After that we dried off and she made parathas with her hair still wet and my marks visible on her neck and hips. I ate breakfast watching her limp a little and felt proud like a dog owning its bitch.
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Saturday her mother called five times asking how the new life was. Swati answered while I was underneath her eating that pussy like crazy. She tried to talk normal, voice cracking each time I sucked her clit hard. I shoved two fingers in her cunt and one in her ass while she said everything is fine mummy we are settling. When the call ended she slapped my head and laughed then shoved my face back down. I licked her through two more orgasms till her thighs locked around my ears. Then I wiped my mouth, climbed up and fucked her missionary slow at first then brutal once she started begging. Her heels dug into my ass cheeks pulling me deeper. I came so hard my vision blurred and she kept clenching pulling more out of me.
Sunday evening we finally left the flat for a short walk near the market but halfway back I dragged her into a dark corner behind a closed shop and fingered her under the salwar till she soaked my hand. She came standing, forehead against my shoulder to stay quiet. We rushed home and the second the door locked I tore the salwar off and bent her over the sofa arm. Took her cunt hard for a few minutes then switched to her ass again because it felt looser and greedy now. She reached back and spread her own cheeks for me. That ruined me. I pounded till sweat dripped off my chin onto her back and emptied the last of my balls for the day deep inside. We collapsed on the floor after, sticky and breathing hard, the city noise outside irrelevant. Marriage felt less like a ceremony and more like a free pass to use each other raw every hour. Swati looked at me with half lidded eyes and said do not cool down too soon, laakhon saal se rukha tha ye. I grinned, slapped her thigh and already felt blood moving again. The week was only starting and both of us were already addicted.
By the end of those first seven days her cunt and ass stayed open easy for me and she stopped wearing panties inside the house. I would come home from any short market trip and find her on all fours on the bed waiting or sitting on the kitchen platform legs spread. I fucked her in every room, on the balcony late night when lights were off, even once against the water tank wall on the terrace when the power cut and heat got crazy. She took every load, swallowed some, kept some dripping out, and never once told me to stop for long. Fresh rings, fresh sheets every other day because we ruined them, and that tight hungry body of my new wife. Lucknow nights never felt the same after and I still get hard remembering how fast she turned from shy bride into a girl who begged for three holes filled before sleep. That is how our married life really began, no soft music just skin slamming and come everywhere.
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