Archana's Forbidden First Night
Archana's Burning Hunger
I'm Archana, twenty-one, a virgin bride, my curves straining against my wedding lehenga, my dark eyes wide with nervous heat. My skin, smooth and flushed, hides a fire I barely understand, a deep hunger pulsing in my freshly shaved pussy, wet and aching to be claimed. In our Konaseema village, tonight is meant to break me open, to fuck me into womanhood under the weight of jasmine and tradition.
Sweaty Jasmine Heat
The Konaseema village pulsed with the fading chaos of the wedding, a hot, jasmine-soaked frenzy that left me dizzy. Aunties laughed loudly, their bangles jingling as they teased, "Time for the newlyweds to rest!" and "Lock that door tight, hmm?" Their sly smiles and giggles burned my cheeks as I was pushed into the bedroom, my heart pounding like a festival drum.
The room was dim, lit by a flickering yellow bulb. Cheap plastic flowers stuck to the walls, mixed with drooping jasmine strands, their scent thick and heavy. A thin mattress lay on the floor, its fresh sheet already damp with heat. The door slammed shut, the elders' giggles fading outside.
Karthik stumbled in, smelling of whiskey and talcum powder. His cousins had poured drink after drink, cheering his marriage with wild shouts. He swayed, eyes cloudy, and slurred, "You're… so damn beautiful." His clumsy hand brushed my cheek before he planted a wet kiss on my forehead. Then he fell onto the mattress, still in his sherwani, snoring like a bull within seconds.
I stood frozen, my red satin nightie sticking to my sweaty skin. My nipples pressed hard against the fabric, aching. Between my legs, my shaved pussy throbbed, wet and burning, the smooth skin sensitive to every touch of fabric. My body was alive with need, begging for a cock to take it. Tonight was supposed to fuck me into womanhood, but Karthik lay there, useless, lost in his drunken sleep.
Darkened Lust Unleashed
I lay down beside him, facing away, biting my lip to calm the fire in my breasts, the pulsing ache in my shaved cunt. My body screamed for release, but he gave nothing. I closed my eyes, trying to force sleep to kill the hunger.
The power went out. The fan stopped, the bulb died, and darkness swallowed the room. Karthik's snores continued, unaware. The silence pressed against me, thick and heavy, my body still burning with desire.
Maybe an hour passed, maybe less. Time blurred in the hot dark. Then I felt it—a hand. Large, warm, bold. It touched my waist, fingers sliding along my ribs with a hunger that made my breath catch. My body froze, every nerve on fire.
"Karthik…?" I whispered, my voice shaky, sure it was my husband waking from his whiskey-drunk sleep. He'd been too drunk to talk, hadn't he?
No answer. Just breath—deep, hungry, closer now.
Licking the Bare Heat
The hand moved over my belly, pulling me onto my back. I didn't fight it, thinking it was Karthik finally ready to fuck me. My nightie slid up my thighs, showing the dripping heat of my shaved pussy. Lips found my neck, kissing slowly, each press sending shivers through me. "Mmm…" I let out a soft sound, my legs opening, shaking, my cunt begging for touch.
Fingers slipped under my panties, gliding over the smooth, bare skin of my mound. "Aaah…" I gasped, my folds wet and swollen, the lack of hair making every touch feel raw. Then I smelled it—a scent. Soap, sweat, and a cologne that wasn't Karthik's whiskey-soaked stench. It was sharp, familiar, pulling at my memory. My hips lifted, wanting more, even as my mind tried to figure it out.
His face moved lower, breath hot on my inner thighs. He spread my legs wide, hands firm but teasing, like he was opening a forbidden gift. His lips brushed my shaved pussy, the smooth skin sparking under his touch. Then his tongue—slow, greedy—slid between my folds, licking my clit with long, hungry strokes. "Yaaa…" I moaned, my voice soft but desperate, as he ate my bare cunt, his tongue pushing into my tight, virgin hole, stretching it with each deep thrust. My back arched, another "Mmm…" escaping into the pillow, my pussy pulsing under his relentless mouth, the shaved skin making every lick feel like fire.
Moaning His Forbidden Name
The scent hit again—cologne, not whiskey. My mind clicked. Not Karthik. "Jeevan…" I moaned, the name slipping out, raw and needy. My cousin, who'd watched me for years with silent, burning eyes. My body didn't care—it craved his cock, this sinful touch.
He didn't stop. His tongue fucked my shaved pussy, circling my clit with a fierce hunger, each stroke pulling me deeper into lust. "Aaah… hmmm…" I gasped, my hips rocking, grinding my bare folds against his mouth, my cunt dripping onto his lips, the smooth skin making every lick intense. He groaned, the sound shaking through my folds, like my slick, naked heat was his addiction. His hands held my thighs, spreading me wider, his tongue never slowing, teasing my clit until it throbbed like a heartbeat.
Riding the 69 Frenzy
Jeevan moved, pulling me on top of him with strong, hungry hands. My legs rested on either side of his face, my shaved pussy hovering over his mouth. He pulled me down, tongue diving deeper, licking my bare folds with a savage need. "Yaaa…" I moaned loudly, hands gripping the mattress, then felt his cock—long, thick, heavy—near my face. My body took over. I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth, tasting his salty, pulsing heat as he sucked my cunt. A 69, our bodies locked in a wild rhythm of lust, my shaved pussy grinding against his lips, his cock stretching my mouth.
I moved my hips, rubbing my clit against his tongue, the smooth skin of my pussy making every lick feel like a spark. "Mmm… aaah…" I gasped, his hands grabbing my ass, pushing me harder against his mouth, his moans muffled between my thighs. My lips worked his cock, stretching wide around its size, my tongue tracing the throbbing veins. "Hmmm…" I moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan. We were a mess of raw desire, fucking each other's mouths in the dark, my shaved cunt dripping onto his chin.
Taming the Virgin Pussy
Jeevan slid up my body, his skin burning against mine. He settled between my legs, the tip of his ripped cock pressing against my wet, shaved entrance. He paused, breath heavy in the dark, as if waiting for my consent. I answered by lifting my hips, offering my virgin pussy to him, still half-thinking it was Karthik in my lust-fogged mind.
He pushed in—slowly, so agonizingly slowly. My tight cunt resisted, the stretch sharp and raw, my shaved skin making every inch of his eight-inch cock feel massive. "Aaah…" I gasped, the sound slipping out as he moved inch by inch, his thick, ripped cock splitting my virgin folds. One inch, then two, stretching me gently, the burn intense yet melting into pleasure. Three inches, four, my pussy clenching around him, adjusting to his size. Five, six, seven, each inch coaxing my walls to part, my smooth mound dripping with arousal. Finally, all eight inches were buried inside me, filling my virgin cunt completely. He held still, his cock throbbing deep inside, letting my pussy pulse around him. "Yaaa…" I moaned softly, my body trembling under the overwhelming sensation.
His lips found mine, kissing me softly, his tongue tracing my mouth as he whispered, "Archana…" my name a low, husky prayer in the dark. He kissed my neck, my jaw, each touch tender and deliberate, his cock still deep inside, unmoving, letting my shaved pussy savor the fullness. "Mmm… hmmm…" I moaned, my voice shaking, my cunt gripping him tightly as he kissed me again, murmuring my name like a mantra, "Archana… Archana…" His thumb circled my clit, slow and teasing, urging my pussy to melt around his cock, the pleasure building with every soft kiss and whispered word.
Karthik's snores continued beside us, unaware of the betrayal inches away.
Exploding in Forbidden Cum
Jeevan's thrusts grew deeper, hungrier, his cock claiming every inch of my virgin cunt. He kissed my breasts, my neck, his hands gripping my hips as he fucked me with slow, deliberate strokes. My shaved pussy pulsed around him, the smooth skin making every thrust feel sharper, every brush of his thumb on my clit electric. "Aaah… yaaa…" I moaned, the pleasure building tight, my cunt squeezing him as the tension grew unbearable. My body shook, a wild heat coiling in my core, my shaved pussy throbbing like it was alive. Then it hit—an explosive, squirting orgasm that tore through me. "Yaaa… mmm…" I cried out, my voice breaking, my pussy gushing hot liquid, soaking the mattress beneath us, the bed drenched with my release. My bare folds trembled, clenching his cock, the sensation so intense I could barely breathe.
He came seconds later, groaning into my ear, his teeth grazing my shoulder as he spilled inside me, hot and thick, filling my cunt with his cum. "Hmmm…" I moaned, my shaved pussy milking him, pulling out every drop, our bodies shaking together in the dark, the wet sheet clinging to my thighs.
Savoring the Afterglow
We lay together, our bodies still humming from the raw intensity, the air thick with the scent of our cum. My shaved pussy throbbed, tender and slick, marked by Jeevan's cock. His skin pressed against mine, hot and slick with sweat, his breath still heavy in the dark. "Mmm…" I sighed, my body tingling as his fingers traced lazy circles over my smooth mound, teasing the sensitive skin. His lips grazed my neck, soft and slow, each kiss reigniting the fire in my core. "Aaah…" I moaned softly, my hips shifting as his touch lingered, his fingers brushing my clit, sending shivers through me.
He pulled me closer, his cock still hard against my thigh, the heat of him making my cunt pulse again. "Yaaa…" I gasped, my voice low and needy, as he kissed my breasts, his tongue flicking over my nipples. We stayed like that, tangled in the afterglow, his hands exploring my body, my shaved pussy wet and aching under his touch. "Hmmm…" I moaned, my body arching into him, savoring every slow, teasing stroke, the forbidden pleasure binding us in the dark.
Whispered Vows and Stolen Love
For thirty minutes, we lay there, our bodies pressed together, still buzzing from the raw heat of our fucking. The wet sheet clung to my thighs, my shaved pussy tender and pulsing, marked by Jeevan's cock. His fingers traced slow, burning paths along my hips, his breath hot against my ear. "Mmm…" I sighed, my body trembling as his lips brushed my cheek, soft and lingering. "Archana," he whispered, his voice low and raw, "I've loved you since we were young. Every glance, every moment I saw you… it's always been you." My heart raced, his words sinking deep, igniting a new fire in my core.
"Aaah…" I moaned softly, his hand sliding to my smooth mound, teasing the sensitive skin. He kissed my lips, slow and hungry, his tongue tasting mine. "Come with me," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "To Singapore. Away from this village, away from him. Just us." His fingers brushed my clit, making me gasp, "Yaaa…" My shaved cunt throbbed, wet again, as his words and touch bound me to him. "Hmmm…" I moaned, nodding against his chest, my body surrendering to his promise.
We slipped from the bed, my legs shaky, the nightie barely covering my trembling thighs. In the dark, we moved silently, his hand gripping mine as we crept outside. His car waited, a shadow under the village moon. We climbed in, the engine roaring to life, and drove into the night, leaving the village and its traditions behind, our forbidden love sealed in the wet heat of my cunt.
