I shouted, "nooo, please don't do this!"
"Why not?" he asked mockingly.
"I heard its painful," came my pleaded reply. "Tomorrow is the marriage function. If I'm not able to walk properly, they will find out."
"Okay," he replied, seemingly sensitive to my plight. "Then point out where you do want to do it." He laughed.
Cursing myself, I reached behind until I caught hold of his penis and positioned it against my vagina. He took time positioning his penis exactly at the inner part of my vagina and then in one stroke he sank the whole shaft in.
"AAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
My scream was earthshattering, like a lady in a soap drama who has just been stabbed by a knife. He waited fully impaled for a while before starting his assault. Unlike last time, he didn't start slowly, but went for it in top gear. I didn't sound like moaning, rather like a woman being tortured. With every thrust, his cock was plunging deep into me before pulling back out. Soon, the pain started subsiding and I started to feel pleasure. I could understand why doggie sex was preferred by many as it enabled a deeper penetration, especially if someone has a large and thick cock like this one.
Between thrusts, he slapped my butt cheeks, his hands falling like a whip. I cried out in pain. This man was into BDSM. After some time, I was getting ready for my third orgasm. I had a huge one this time and my hands which were supporting my body couldn't hold any longer. I collapsed on the bed with him holding my waist.
"I know you're having nice fun, but still you need to take care of me," he said in a mock pitiful tone.
I realised that he was still hard and hadn't cum yet. Oh god, will this night ever end? Even though I had enjoyed three orgasms in the last two hours, I desperately wanted this entire thing to end without any complications.
He lay on his back on the bed. His thick black dick, covered with my juices, was pointing at the ceiling. He asked me to sit on it. Slowly and reluctantly I readied myself. He put his hands around my waist and was adjusting my body to align with his dick. I could feel his girth stretching me as he entered inside, and just allowed the gravity to sink me down on it, engulfing his manhood with my vagina. Given the size of his dick, that feeling inside me alone made me hot. Then, he slowly began to rock me, holding my waist.
I was riding him like a horse. I liked this as it gave me the power to do things. I was busy riding him and then my eyes fell on his wife. She was watching with great interest as if she was watching a porn movie. Suddenly, I realised that had I totally neglected her. She had been in the room for the whole last two hours. My mind wandered. Why had she never objected to what her husband was doing? Rather than objecting, it seemed that she had made things easy for him by making me dress in her saree so that none of my clothes got torn and my father might find out.
The old man seemed to have read my thoughts. He spoke. "I know what you're thinking. What woman is she, allowing her husband to fuck someone right before her? Well, around fifteen years ago, she started feeling pain whenever we had sex and since were poor, we couldn't afford a costly doctor to treat her. So, I stopped having sex as I didn't want to give her pain. But, she understands my needs. So, she allows me to go to the nearest dhaba and enjoy a prostitute, but still even the cheapest one demands around a hundred rupees. So, we save for months to allow me have some fun."
It was the shittiest excuse I had ever heard, I thought to myself.
"But how can I refuse, if a piece of fresh meat comes into a wolf's den? I know you're one of those high-class girls. You look like a movie heroine."
I could feel that I was blushing.
He continued. "I can never get such a beauty ever in my life. I will never forget this ever. This is the greatest achievement in my life. But I'm sorry if I hurt you in anyway."
Wow, he had mercilessly had sex with a girl against her will and now he was asking for forgiveness. Can he reverse my virginity? While I was lost in thoughts, we were getting hot once again and this time we both climaxed at the same time. After that, I collapsed on top of him like a bag of bricks and I fell asleep as he held me on top of him. I must have slept soundly, but suddenly I felt someone pinching me and shouting.
"Wake up!"
I groggily woke up and looked at his white beard just close to my face.
He frantically said. "It's time, your father will come soon."
The word father drove out the entire sleepiness from me. I jumped out of his grasp and looked around. He said there is still time for once more and that he would clean me. It was around 06:30 am and we had just half an hour. Luckily, his wife had woken up early and prepared warm water for bathing. He took me to the bathroom. Using the mug, he poured water on me making sure my hair didn't get wet. Then he applied soap all over my body and was cleaning it. I could see that he was getting hard again, the more that he continued to apply soap to my private parts.
"I think this is enough. My father will come any moment," I said sternly.
Overnight, I had transformed a lot. He looked at me for a moment and then nodded.
He said, "You're right, but you should clean my body too."
Not wasting a moment, I poured water on him and applied soap to his hairy body. Rubbing through his chest hair was a bit disgusting. He also didn't leave me until he made me clean his cock. After that, he made his wife pour water on us as we began cleaning each other.
After cleaning, we came out and we dried each other.
He begged, "one last time?"
I blatantly said "no!"
"At least, allow me to kiss your breasts and pussy one last time?"
I allowed him this little pleasure. As we both stood nude in the middle of the house, he kissed me on the lips, then worked downwards. He came to my neck, then my breasts biting both my nipples gently. My navel followed and finally he parted my pussy lips and gave a huge lick to my clit. I was already getting a bit aroused, but I knew this was not the time and controlled myself.
My dress was dried, but he insisted that he wanted to keep my bra and panties as a memento from me. I didn't feel like arguing much with him as my father would be there any moment.
It was around fifteen minutes later that he arrived, with the mechanic. He paid the mechanic to use his jeep while entrusting his car to him and then drove like a maniac. We reached the hotel at around nine in the morning. I rushed to the bathroom and looked in the full-length mirror. I could see that my breasts were red with swollen nipples. My butt cheeks had his hand imprinted on them. There were some love bites on my neck. My pussy was really sore. I bathed myself before dressing in the shalwar Kameez.
That day I wasn't quite myself. Many people were asking me why I was subdued, I lied that I was having a headache due to the long journey and excused myself. I went to the nearest chemist and bought a Norlevo morning after pill.
Thank god, I didn't get pregnant.
It has been several years since then. I finished college and now I'm working. I've had a few boyfriends and a few encounters, but as one of my friends said you will never forget your first time no matter how lame it was. I never even knew this man's name and don't know if he's still alive.
And, yeah, he will live in my memory for a long time.