When I married my wife Trisha she was 19 years and I was 24 years. Ours was a love marriage. During my first service I met her and it was love at first sight. Although both of our families were against us to marry each other but some how we married without the presence of our families.
We were married at a temple with some of our friends present as witness. To describe her she was a beautiful short height girl, slightly dark complexes with beautiful figure and the pride of her was her waist length hair. When she let loose of her hair her ass became invisible in the mass.
She had beautiful smile with sharp nose and big eyes. Her lips was somehow thick, her boobs were round and full. The most beautiful thing in her was her ass and supple heavy thighs.
In the summer she used to complain of rash in her thighs because of sweat that grew at the inner sides of her thighs. When we used to retire to sleep I used to powder her thighs to arrest the rash.
Her boobs were round and soft topping with somewhat medium size brown nipples and circled with big dark brown areolas. I was a die-hard fan of her big round ass. Particularly in the morning when she slept with her petticoat or gown up to her waist baring her ass in the morning light it was a worthy scene. I used to view her ass from a distance. The cheeks were like half moon shaped with nicely curve. The cheeks were always jutted out from the base. When she slept with her legs sprawled I could see her jet-black pubic hairs protruding from her thighs. They glistened with her moisture. It was like the grass with the morning dew.
The narration was not of course to present her to my readers as a beauty queen but I could not help as she was as she was. Mine was a lean body and sometime when I looked at the mirror I was puzzled to know the answer that how she could marry me.
She had a wide range of admirers around her locality when she was studying in the school. It was quite natural that I became envy to those who had the wish of marrying her. Our sex life was quite fun. Although she was new to the sex and I was the first man to touch her, but she slowly made herself adjustable to my desire.
I am not writing the story to describe our sex life but you know a little description will help me to carry out the story more vividly. When I first saw her naked I thought that she would be the most beautiful naked girl in the earth. That was also my first time to see a totally nude girl in my life.
I had seen a lot of blue films with the help of my friends but you know the quality of the girls acting there. Just imagine the scene; she was lying naked on top of the bed covered with a white sheet. Her hair was loose and cascaded over her back and coving her ass entirely. Her eyes were shut and mine was wide opened. Her boobs were firm and round sitting on top of her chest gloriously. Her small but round nipples were dark jutting out of her mound with anticipation. The areolas around the nipples were more dark and brown.
I looked at them closely, the contrast of her nipples, the circles and the colour of her boobs were so eye catching that I was almost breathless. I roamed my eyes down looking at her flat stomach, her belly button, her thick thighs and her small feet. The most striking feature was her dense black curly pubic hair.
The growth was such that it had started from her belly button indicating the growth of heavy bush down there, it had spread to her groin area on both side. I moved her over her belly and I was speechless with the beauty of her ass. Two half round moons were placed just below her waist. Her ass was smooth, swelling from her waist to the fullest at the top then lowering down to meet her thighs.
I roamed my hand over them and she trembled. I kissed her there, taking the smell. I again moved her over her back and looked at the pubic triangle. I touched her there feeling the curl around my finger. My fingers were lost inside the growth. I parted her legs slowly, and then lifted them up in the air.
Our room was lit with the fluorescent light. The triangle was dense in the middle, spread at her groin, then trailed downward to get lost in her ass crack. I parted her ass cheeks revealing her ass hole and found that she had hair around her ass hole too.
God had given me the most perfect thing as I loved hairs. She had kept her eyes shut. I went to her boobs and started caressing them. Gradually I lifted her hands and she had hairs in her armpits too. I loved her. I loved her figure, I loved her boobs, I loved her hairy triangle and I also loved her hairy armpit.
Again I took my hand down and started caressing her pubic triangle, riffling her curly hair gently pulling on them, trying to straight them out but when I left they again taking their curly shapes. I moved my palm over them feeling the softness, the denseness. I ruffled them as I looked through them to see the fairness of her flesh inside the hair. I found the mole just above her pussy lips. I parted the hair and looked at the mole, it was small and brownish in colour. I kissed it.She opened her eyes slowly and looked through my eyes, and then she smiled. She said, ‘Deep, have you finished your touring of my body?’
I said: ‘yeah.’
She asked: ‘how do you like it?’
I answered: ‘believe me, you’re the most beautiful wife.’
She laughed and said, ‘is it? How many girls you’ve seen in your life?’
I also laughed and our sexual life started. Slowly I discovered some of my favourite positions, which I started liking very much.
In the wee hour of the morning when she was in deep sleep (she always loved to sleep through the morning) I used to put my face on her pubic triangle and slept for some time inhaling her inner smell. Some time when I found that she had put one of her legs over the side pillow thus presenting me her open asshole and her pussy I put my face in between her thighs and slept.
She had also discovered her own liking through the sex. When we used to fuck in missionary position she asked me to move her on top of me.
The first day when she made the request, I was a bit confused. I knew that she did not have much idea about sex. Then how come she was asking me to do this?
Anyway when I took her on top she placed both of her thighs on top of my thighs and heaved herself on her hand and started grinding her pussy over my genital area with my prick embedded inside her. She grinded her pussy in clockwise and anticlockwise, her hanging boobs were offering me the most sensual scene. I lifted my face to suck her nipples.
I looked at her face, her eyes were shut and face was contorted. Suddenly with an ‘aahhh’ she let go her body and collapsed on top of my chest smashing her boobs over it. I lay still under and then again she did the same thing on top of me. It took her more time to collapse again.
As I lay still for the second time I was thinking to ask her about such action. After sex I asked her, ‘Trisha what’s the reason of such action?’
She answered, ‘did you mind?’
I said, ‘no, of course not. But I had seen many blue films but I had never seen any girl to do such thing. Do you get pleasure from such?’
She smiled and said, ‘yeah darling. As I grind my pussy with your prick inside me over there I find some sensation is tearing me apart. Then the sensation takes control over me and I’ve the feeling that I am shaken with a forcing orgasm. You know if I don’t do this I don’t get full sexual satisfaction. After that as you pump your prick in and out of my pussy I feel the climax is building inside me. When you spurt, the completeness of sex inside me happens.’
I asked her, ‘where did you get such idea?’
She told, ‘you know I can’t sleep without my side pillow. I got it from there. I used to grind my pussy on the pillow to get the pleasure.’
I replied, ‘so it’s more like masturbation the way we do with our hands.’
She smiled back and said, ‘I don’t know but may be it’s the same.’
One day I was lying on the bed and she was sitting at the side roaming my entire chest with her palm. I was top naked and wearing my loose short. She came to the top of my pant and moved her hand inside my short and grasped my prick. She was playing with it. My prick stiffened. She took away my short and laid me naked.
She was tugging at my prick opening the foreskin downward and bent to kiss the top. She sometime played with my balls. She looked up to me and said, ‘Deep how long is your prick?’
I said, ‘I never measured it. May be 6”. Why?’
She shook the prick and said, ‘just I want to ask.’
‘No, Trisha,’ I asked her, ‘there must be some reason.’
She thought for some time then answered, ‘once I’d seen a big one.’
I asked, ‘whose? So far I know you were not interested in sex. Then how come you had seen one?’
She replied, ‘One day I was going to school. You know there is a short cut in the field to go to my school. I was going in that road. A man was standing near a tree. His back was towards me. I had to cross the man because the tree was on one side of the walking road. As I went near to the man, he moved towards me and I saw he was holding his prick, drops of pee were still coming out of it and it was really big.’
I curiously asked, ‘how big?’ Have you measured it,’ I laughed.
She said, ‘don’t joke. It was real big. He was holding its base but at least your size was open in front of his hand and it was dangling.’
‘Then it must be 9 or 10 inches long,’ I said, ‘because the size of our palm is near to 3”. But again what difference does it make with the size?’
‘No, I was just thinking,’ she told, ‘when you fuck me I imagine if it would been more big then what would have happened.’
I thoughtfully said, ‘of course size and thickness matters. It gives you more friction to the wall of your pussy and rubs your clit at the same time.
Do you think we shall buy a dildo?’
She asked, ‘hey, what’s that?’
I told, ‘it’s an artificial prick made of soft rubber. It comes in various sizes from small to big. It is needed for masturbation for woman. It may help you.’
She screamed back, ‘fuck you, I don’t allow you to wear condom and you’re saying that thing will give me pleasure?’
I laughingly said, ‘do you mean to say we should look for a man who has big one?’
She laughed then said, ‘don’t make me a joke okay?’
I told, ‘okay love. It’s a joke.’Trisha was quite friendly and popular with my friends. In the evening they used to come to our house, had teas and we chat for a long time. She was so frank with them that we used to crack slang jokes in front of her.
She never mind instead she used to take the pleasure of enjoying the jokes. One day Dipak, a friend told us a joke. We were taking teas. Trisha was sitting among us. Dipak said to us, ‘let me tell you a joke.’
We readily agreed to hear him, as he was a master joker. He told joke in such a fashion it seemed that it was happening in front of us. Pradip, another friend told, ‘okay go ahead. Tell us.’
Dipak started. He said, ‘oneday a friend came to another friend and told him, “do you know what happened today?”
The second friend told, “what happened?”
The first friend said, ‘today I went to a pharmaceutical to buy condom. There I found a counter girl. I was hesitant and was thinking of moving out but the girl saw me. She came to me and asked, yes can I help you? But you know my position. I was stammering then ultimately said, “do you have condom?”
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