My first story about my girlfriend and I. The story is true with minor modifications.
A story about my experiences with my girlfriend first few years of our relationship.
Please forgive my grammar and the following typos.
I was 21 and she was 19. She was a student and a dance instructor, and had an hourglass figure, beautiful eyes and a wonderful smile. I met her through a close friend of mine, and it took me a few days to fall head over heels in love with her. However, like most amazing girls from India, she was from a very conservative background, from a small town and yet she knew and understood why and how, many of the values imposed on her were really sexist and absurd. She was extremely open as a person and always a quick learner. Though it took us months to have our first sexual experience, things escalated quickly. She turned out to be an insatiable beast in bed. Every Indian man’s dream. A conservative beautiful girl with a lot of traditional values and a kinky crazy, eager slut in bed. And she was a squirter!
We were in our third year of university and had started dating about two years back. It was the eighth month of our long distance relationship and we tried to meet as often as possible. We had been having sex for the last year or so, but since we met only twice or sometimes even once a month, we really craved for each other. We had phone sex almost every night, and the fantasies got ever kinkier and the conversations lasted well into the wee hours of the night. They were mostly my fantasies as she was extremely shy and submissive and loved to play along. She always had one particular thing that she wanted, and it stemmed from her shyness and the fact that privacy in India is hard to come by. If we mere at a hotel, she was always really concerned about being overheard or seen with me, again because India is a super conservative place. She wanted to be in a place where she could be fucked out in the open and make as much noise as possible. A place where we could be isolated for days. She said that she would let me do anything to her and really show me what she is capable of.
The month after that, being constantly nagged by my parents for months, I introduced her to my parents. It was no easy feat convincing here. She was super scared and shy and nervous. She could not imagine meeting them, comparing them with her conservative and reserved parents (who are awesome in their own right). She was petrified. My parents on the other hand had met my first girlfriend, who was an outright bitch and hence they had their own reasons to be concerned.
They really liked her. They said that they have never seen me respect and love someone so much before. And they knew we were obviously having a physical relationship. So they gave us a present! My parents had finally renovated our vacation house in the tea gardens of Assam, and I was allowed to go there with my girlfriend. Yes my parents were super understanding and super cool! Sometimes a bit too cool. Especially when my mom took my girlfriend aside and questioned her about if we were using protection and if she was being treated well and that my mom is always there if she needs to have a girl to girl talk. It made my girlfriend feel extremely shy and uncomfortable, to a point where she was almost hiding her face in her hands. For her it was inconceivable to talk to one’s parents about sex or relationships. Anyhow, the meeting went well and she left that evening and I stayed to spend time with my parents. They were really really happy. My dad even suggested giving me extra cash since I have a girlfriend whom they really like!!
It was also the first time that my girlfriend understood that I might be relatively well of. I never told people about my background for several reasons. I hated showoffs! And that I was financially better off than others was not my doing, I was just lucky. It was time to tell her. I called her and spoke to her for a while. I told her how much money I get per month from my parents and that I opened a separate bank account for her and she could share the money with me. She was a bit shocked. But it was impossible for me to tell over the phone what her exact reaction was. She asked me to repeat it to her. How big are the tea gardens? What was the name of the company? How come you do not wear nicer or cleaner clothes? And how much did you say you get per month? And then she point blank refused the money.
Initially she did not want to go, she said that the flights would cost too much and it was too far away. She was still a bit shocked. And what would she tell her parents if she did not have a phone connection for two weeks? We got lucky again. A friend of a friend was holding a dance workshop somewhere in the vicinity of my house and we got an official letter etc etc, and promised that she would at least show up once during the two weeks. Her parents agreed and she was overjoyed. They even gave her extra cash for the trip. However, she still could not afford the flights and wanted to go by train. I told her that I could buy her the flights and I would much rather spend those extra FOUR days with her! She was always extremely money proud, but at that moment she did something strange. She agreed, and she laid down a list of conditions. One, we would have to fly together, two, there should be no one around in the house of the vicinity, three, no masturbation for the next week and four, no sex for the first two days of being there. After that for the rest of the eleven days, I could have my way with her. I did not understand all the conditions but I agreed. Turned out later, that they were for my own good. I had one condition, I wanted to give her some money to buy something nice for herself. And she accepted, again to my surprise and said that I would not be disappointed.
Fast forward one week and we were at the house in the mountains. She was dressed extremely conservatively in a salwar suit, which successfully hid her features and her big wonderful breasts. It is an important aspect of the story, she was a girl who was very conservative from the outside. The house was a small and comfortable place. Beautifully re-designed by an architect friend of my dad. It had a small comfortable living/dining room with an open kitchen. And two huge bedrooms with en-suite bathrooms and large cantilevered balconies, all sprawled over on top of a hill surrounded by tea gardens. It was not easy to convince the manager of the estate to stay away and keep everyone away, but after a small cash transaction he happily agreed. He told me that if we needed anything I could call him from the landline in the house. The house itself was a little apart from the main gardens and hence work would not be hampered. He left and ensured me that no one would bother us and so we were alone on few hundred hectares of land with a barbed wire fence. My girlfriend was satisfied with the arrangements to say the least. We waited for the guy to leave and unpacked.
After a few hours, she came and sat on my lap and hugged and kissed me. She said that it was a vacation of a lifetime for her. She was very happy that I had never told her about how wealthy my family was and if I had she probably would have been too intimidated to date me! She made us a simple yet wonderful lunch, and then told me how much money she had spent for the trip. It was one fifth of what I had expected her to spend, but then again that was one of the reasons why I loved her so much. She was extremely cautious with her finances. We talked for hours and hours and then she told me why she wanted to first two days to be sex free. She wanted to arrange everything so that we would not have to do much for the rest of the week. That involved cooking, cleaning, relaxing etc. I helped when I could and relaxed most of the time. She was making me drink pineapple juice and I had no idea why. I was naïve!
We went to sleep on the first night fully clothed and me with a raging hard on, which was completely ignored. She was quite tired after having cooked and sorted all kinds of food. She cuddled up to me and said that she felt super good and super secure now that things were official. She said that she saw a future with me and she understood that I was not just using her for sex and that I loved her, because I introduced her to my parents. All her insecurities about being a small town girl came pouring out and she cried and sobbed and told me how much she loved me. I reciprocated and we were a mess lying around crying and telling each other how much we love each other. Slowly we drifted off to sleep.
The next day, was still a no sex day. I spent most of my time relaxing and reading, while she kept cooking. Though now she had changed into super short shorts, which accentuated her wonderful ass, and a very tight tank top without a bra. It was quite hard for me not to pounce on her. And my hard-on never seemed to subside. Finally in the afternoon she said she was done and it would be awesome if we could go out for a walk somewhere. So I took her for a walk around the gardens. It was scorching hot, and she had obviously changed back into her conservative Indian dress as we were outside the house. And when I asked her why she had decided to change she replied, “What if someone saw me wearing that?” She actually wanted to see how big the plot of land was and that if we really were alone. So we walked amongst the tea gardens and through a little forest and there was no one in sight. After a six-hour long walk around the plot, and mind you we still had not reached the boundary wall, we decided to head back. She was convinced that we were alone. And she said she was convinced that we could not be seen or heard due to the cover of the forest on one side of the hill. Then she promptly took off her top and bra and walked back bare-chested to the house for the next two hours. Sometime in-between , she smiled when she saw me checking her out, and she lifted her hands above her head and said, “I feel so free and liberated! Wait just a few more hours baby and see what this little liberated Indian village girl can do. I will put all your little fantasy porn stars to shame.”
We had a delicious and quiet dinner in the candlelight. She said, “ I love this place, I could never have imagined places like this exist in our overcrowded country. And I loved meeting your parents, they were just super cool. And the fact that they know that we have sex is still a bit shocking but somehow because I am horny or maybe its just this place, I feel like I want to fuck you more, and properly and all the time. I want to be fucked righteously. No more sneaking around and thinking if your parents and my parents are going to find out about this. No more dirty hotel rooms. I do not even care what my parents say about it any more. I love you and I want to screw you proper. Its kind of official, and I have a licence to screw. Really, I feel so soo soooooo liberated. But ofcourse, its all from tomorrow. Get some sleep, you will need all the energy you can muster.”
I went to bed really early, needless to say, super sexually frustrated and just hoping that whenever I wake up the next morning or night, would be considered the third day and we would be having sex. I fell asleep almost immediately after the long and tiring hike. It must have been around 7 p.m. I thought I heard the door closing and someone talking on the phone.
I was woken up sometime in the wee hours of the morning. It was pitch black outside and all the lights in the bedroom were switched on. She was dressed in a beautiful red sari accompanied by a lot of traditional jewelry. She looked like a bride on her wedding night. The tight red blouse accentuated her breasts. My initial reaction was a mix of wtf and wow! I had an immediate raging hard on. She put her fingers on my lips and told me to not say anything and come with her. I grudgingly got out of bed and walked with her. To my surprise she led us outside, down the slope and into the forest. I said, “Wtf is going on babe?” And she kept quite and kept walking. I noticed the traditional mehendi on her hands and the attention to detail. Her bridal costume was impeccable. I was so aroused that my cock was aching. Twenty minutes later we arrived at a clearing. I was wide-awake by now. There was a bed covered with petals and enclosed in a mosquito net in the middle of the clearing. On closer inspection it was just a thick mattress. There were some lanterns kept nearby. She went and lit them and slowly climbed into the bed. I followed her. We were both now inside the mosquito net and lit by the shimmering light of the oil lanterns. I asked,” How did you…” She put a finger to my lips and told me to wait. We waited for a few minutes. I could smell her excitement and the sweet scent of her pussy starting to get excited. I was perspiring with excitement. We looked up at the clear night sky through the scattered canopy of the huge trees surrounding us. She said, ”In a few minutes I will ask you to do something after which I will completely submit to you. It is for fun and it will give me a huge psychological boost and help me feel truly liberated.” We waited for a few minutes. By this point of time I was so aroused and curious I agreed. She handed me an envelope. There was a piece of paper with some instructions and a little necklace inside. The necklace looked oddly familiar. She looked nervous and ready to hide her face. I read the letter in the flickering lamplight.
I was shocked amazed and excited. It read, Dear wonderful man, you have given me so much love. Do this one thing for me and release me from my shackles. I was always told that I should only give myself completely to my husband. But I do not believe in that anymore. So here is a mangal sutra (a necklace which generally signifies that a girl is married) and some sindoor (red powder used in religious ceremonies). You know what to do with them. After that, rip all my clothes apart and fuck me. Make sure you fuck me good and proper. And make sure you rip the necklace and smear the sindoor over my face and body by the time you cum. I have been on the pill since I met your parents, so you can come inside me. Yes, I want you to rape me.
I smiled and kissed her. She was wearing so much jewelry and looked so good, that it felt strange to mess it all up. I slowly put the necklace around her neck and screwed it into place. Then I took some of the red powder and smeared it on her forehead. She took off her sari and lay there in her petticoat and blouse. She looked amazing. She switched into being super shy and resistant. She would not let me part her legs and so the games began. I ripped her blouse and squeezed her breasts. She wailed as I pinched her hard nipples. Using a strip of her bra, I tied her to hands to one corner of the bed where there was a bamboo planted in the ground to hold up the mosquito net.
“What are you doing?” she screamed.
“Remember I put sindoor and a mangal sutra on you!” I shouted, “You belong to me now, and tonight I am gonna get you pregnant. No more condoms sweetie. Or should I call you wifey?”
With that, I saw that her eyes glazed over with lust. She still pretended to fight, as I ripped apart her clothes and jewelry and forced some of the cloth into her mouth to gag her. She struggled violently as I entered her wet pussy. She was tight and warm and wet and she squeezed her pussy as hard as she could. It felt amazing, after so much time, to be inside her again. I fucked her harder and harder. She moaned through the cloth louder and louder. I put her legs right back to her shoulders as I penetrated her even deeper. She moaned louder. I was sweating profusely now and both our bodies were sliding against each other. Her big breasts glistened in the lamp light and bent down to grab and suck them. Then I pulled her gag out. She moaned and screamed even louder. I said, “Scream as loud as you want, no one can hear you, little dirty slut. You want to get pregnant huh? Little bitch!” She came, moaning and shaking and screaming all at the same time. Her pussy squeezed my dick so tight, it hurt. She came again, as I kept pounding her harder and harder. And about twenty hard thrusts later, she had a full body orgasm. She shouted and screamed and squirted all over me and on herself. The bed was wet with her cum, and her pussy gripped my dick ever harder. Without giving her any time to recover, I ripped off her mangal sutra, and poured the whole container of sindoor on her breasts. I used both my hands to smear it all over her body and face.
By now her hair was in a mess and she was sweaty and smeared with red colour. Her chest was heaving and I continued fucking her. Her eyes rolled up in pleasure as I continued pounding her. Then her expression changed to concentration as she contorted her face and was about to cum. She begged, “Please untie my hands, you will not be sorry!” I slapped her, ”Come for me again wifey and I may just do that.” She came again. Buckling and twisting and screaming. She was panting, when I untied her hands. Not having recovered from her previous orgasm, she still somehow managed to contort herself and put her legs behind her shoulders. Her bare pussy was sticking out. “Fuck my pussy and please please get me pregnant.” She pleaded. I was on the verge now, and I after a few thrusts, I came. I came with spurts and spurts of cum, and grunted and fell on top of her.