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Laura and Srinivas looked at one another nervously. They stood awkwardly in her living room, trying to think of something to say. Their early-morning “I do”’s in in front of the Justice of the Peace had seemed so easy. Now–alone for the first time as husband and wife–the two young people felt a little afraid.
The friends had shared a close relationship for more than two years. They were both music lovers and inveterate jokesters. They were both immigrants, too. Maybe that’s why they got along so well. Laura had become a citizen many years ago. She loved her new country, and, more importantly, she possessed all the rights and privileges of any other American.
Srini, on the other hand did not. He had come to the US to work during the technology boom on an H1 visa sponsored by Westinghouse. The company laid him off just a year later. Since then, he had not been able to get a new job. Going back to India was out of the question. There was no future for him there, and his family depended on his American salary. His savings had shrunk little by little, along with his job prospects. There was only one way for Srinivas to stay legally in the United States: marry an American.
Laura was single, and she was very sorry for her friend. In addition, although she had never said anything, she thought Srinivas was funny, smart, and pretty damned sexy. So when he brought up this final option, she readily agreed.
As previously mentioned, Srinivas was very handsome. Laura also did not fall behind in terms of looks. A beautiful Panamanian woman, she had a skin that looked as dark and delicious as chocolate. Long eyelashes fluttered over her enormous deep, brown eyes. Below them, her tiny nose sat pertly above a ripe, smiling mouth. Laura’s body remained trim and firm as a result of her dedicated workout regime. And luckily, no amount of exercise had managed to shrink her luxuriously large breasts or round bottom. This bottom had driven many men crazy with desire.
Srini, also had a very dark skin. It seemed to glow from within and it was softer than a baby’s. His body was all that a woman could ask for, too: tall, muscular and masculine. The American women who chased him loved his exotic looks, but what really attracted them was his bright, even-toothed smile. Only shyness kept him from pursuing many of these girls.
“Well,” Srinivas finally said, “Where am I going to sleep” Laura knew that he was just trying to break the tension , but her body got hot upon hearing his words.
“Well, I only have one bed . ” She gave him a shaky laugh. In answer, Srinivas smiled, and he stepped a little closer to his friend. Although he did not have much experience with women, he could sense that she wanted to be near him.
For the last two months, while they planned their “marriage of convenience”, he himself had imagined what would happen on the “wedding night.” He could not stop thinking about caressing Laura’s generous ass, softly sucking her intoxicating nipples, and sharing a bed with her for the next two years.
He looked into her eyes and bent down to reach her mouth. The passion that they had hidden for so many years crackled between their lips like electricity. Laura could not joke any more, this was everything she had ever wanted. Engulfed in passion, she pressed her swollen mound against the bulge at the front of her husband’s pants.
Crazed by the heat that emanated from Laura’s sex, Srini began to nibble at her fleshy lips. He moved to her fragrant neck, and finally her two magnificent melons. He began to kiss and bite them through the cloth of Laura’s white silk mini dress. After almost a minute of this, the young woman could not stand any more. She inclined her head and whispered, “Srini,please,Papito, take off my dress.”
The Indian kissed her again, and began to remove the short dress. As he raised the hem, he could finally see the soft, dusky thighs and the triangle of Laura’s sex, encased in a white thong. The cloth was already good and wet with the warm honey that ran from his wife’s excited vagina. As he continued lifting the dress, Srinivas uncovered the heavy breasts that he had dreamed of for so much time. Laura’s light brassiere of lace barely covered their beauty. The cloth of this brassiere was also white, and her large dark nipples stood out like plums in milk.
With trembling arms, he pulled the dress over Laura’s head. A trickle of sweat ran down his side. He knew that Laura was not a virgin like him, and he now felt a little afraid of disappointing her. “Laura, ” he said slowly, “I um, I have not . . .” Laura smiled as reassuringly as she could. She could tell that Srini was nervous. Normally his English was very good,but when he was uncomfortable–like now–his accent got very strong..
“Don’t worry, ” she said, “I-I like what you are doing so far. To tell the truth, I feel a little nervous, too. Maybe. . . Um , I have a bottle of wine in the kitchen. What do you say about having some?” Srini’s shoulder’s relaxed a little.
“You lush!” he cried with a laugh. ” How did I know that you were going to try to get me drunk!” Srinivas normally took very little alcohol. Shortly after they had first met, Laura got very drunk at a colleagues party. She ended up falling asleep, and Srini had to drive her home. He had teased her about this incident ever since.
“Hey, I am just trying to help you!” she said a little sulkily. She felt embarrassed having him ridicule her while she was half naked. Srini’s face suddenly got serious.
“Hey, sorry. Yes, I will have some wine. I just can’t believe we’re actually doing this. “
“Me, either, but the Fed’s will never know, right?”
“I hope not!”
“OK, wait a minute, I’ll be right back.” As she disappeared into the kitchen, Srinivas sat down on the couch. He had “crashed” on it many times in the past, and the familiar smell and feel calmed his nerves a little.
Laura walked back into the room with a glass of wine in each hand. Srinivas hated wine, so she deliberately picked a sweet sherry. “Here, ” she said, sitting on the couch and handing him a glass. Srini took it with a nod,
“Cheers, ” and he clinked his glass against hers.
“Cheers.” They both took a few sips, casting shy glances over the rims every once in a while. After a few minutes, Laura put her glass down on the coffee table and softly cleared her throat. She wanted to continue what they had started at the beginning of the evening.
“Sure is chilly in here, “she said coyly. Srini smiled. He put his glass next to hers, and placed his arms around her shoulders.
“Does that feel better?”
“Uh huh,” Laura replied. The wine made her feel warm all over, and now her pussy stirred to life again. She ran her arms up his broad shoulders and gently clasped his neck. Then she leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. Srinivas moaned, feeling her wet tongue slip between his lips. He slowly circled it with his own and ran his hands down her side to cup her full bosom. Laura knew that he liked her breasts. The thought turned her on, and her tongue dived into his wet mouth. She wanted to touch his penis so badly. She had been dreaming of it for so long, but she didn’t want to scare him.
Luckily, Srini had the same thought. He held Laura’s hand and brought it down to his lap. Right next to his hard, pulsating cock! Laura moaned, she didn’t even care that her pussy juice was staining the couch. She moved her hand slowly to the right and then over the length of his prick. It was so hard, it felt like a piece of wood instead of human flesh!
She rubbed her hand up and down the length of the large organ, trying to keep from unbuttoning her husband’s pants. She wanted to hear him say how much he wanted her. The soft hand traveled up and down the cotton fabric of Srini’s trousers, cupping and squeezing the end of his meat each time she reached the tip. After five or six strokes, Srinivas could not stand any more. He wanted to feel her touch his skin.
He moved back onto the couch and started to unbutton his shirt. Laura wordlessly replaced his hands with her own. She looked sweetly at his face from beneath her long fringe of lashes, asking for permission. Srinivas smiled and nodded his head.
She unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as she could. Srinivas helped her by undoing his cuffs, and then they both pulled the garment off of his well-developed body. Unable to control herself, Laura began to unbutton his khaki pants. He lifted his bottom to allow her to slip them off, and then kicked them off of his feet.
Wearing only skimpy briefs, the Indian man looked more fetching than ever. A mat of fine hair covered his dark, glittering skin. The elastic of the briefs rested against the rippled muscles of his flat stomach. His hard cock poked out of the side of the little briefs, straining away from the broad thigh.
Laura bent down to look closer at his penis. She knew that Hindu’s did not circumcise boys, so she had tried to prepare herself for the way his penis would look. The shaft was long and thick, but only the tip of the head showed from behind a hood of skin.
She wanted to get a closer look, but his briefs were in the way. As if reading her mind, Srinivas began to pull the tiny briefs down by himself. Leaving modesty behind, Laura kneeled down in front of him and pulled them off of his feet..
“Do you mind if I look at it?” she asked, looking into her husband’s eyes. He nodded assent. He loved feeling her so close to his dick! His penis was almost jumping, waiting for her to touch it. Srinivas gasped as Laura’s soft, warm hand encircled his erect linga.
“Like this, ” he said hoarsely, moving her hand down his shaft, causing the foreskin to pull away from his dick head. The moist, sticky skin glittered like a jewel. Laura smiled, and started to move her hand up and down the shaft, pulling the sensitive foreskin over the bulging tip of his penis at the end of each stroke. The skin felt very loose, and very nice in her hand.
She pulled the foreskin back softly and then hesitated, “Does this hurt?”
“No, Laurie,” Srini said thickly, “please please don’t stop.”
Laura bent down and sniffed his penis. The smell was spicy and pleasant. She sucked the tender tip into her mouth. Srini pushed upwards, and the big penis slid deep into her wet mouth. Her husband released a low groan. Sucking in his breath as if in pain, he pumped her mouth. The loose skin on his cock created a lot of extra friction . Laura wanted feel that thick, sexy rod slipping in and out of her steamy snatch!
She pulled her mouth off of the wet dick and stood up in front of Srinivas. She shimmied her ample breasts and flashed a naughty smile. Srinivas pulled her down so that she was sitting on his lap with her thighs wide open. The erect penis rested on his belly between them. Laura un-did the clasp on her brassiere and dropped the lacy garment on the floor.
Srinivas’ eyes devoured his wife’s big, brown globes of heavy flesh. The sooty, wrinkled nipples stood out like arrowheads, pressing softly against his chest. He used his strong arms to move Laura back and get a better view of her body.
“Wow, ” he breathed, kissing the fat underside of one of the meaty mammaries. He moved his mouth to the other breast, sucking hungrily at the nipple. Laura writhed in pleasure as her lover kissed and stoked her sensitive skin. Her clitoris throbbed over and over again. Little earthquakes trembled at the mouth of her cunt. His thick cock rested just inches away from her boiling snatch. She wanted to shove him back against the couch, and guide the hard piece of meat deep into her core. The painful wanting filled the woman’s body like boiling oil. She threw her head back and gripped Srini’s elbows. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she writhed on his lap.
“Please, please, ” she groaned looking down at him. Srinivas’s face reflected the burning passion that Laura felt. Her breasts rose and fell, slaves to her heavy breathing. Here and there, shiny patches of spit glittered on their surface.
He knew that she was begging him to make love to her.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said. Laura nodded silently, and rose unsteadily to her feet. She started to lead the way to the master bedroom when the tall Indian stopped her. “Wait, Laura,” he said, grasping her arm, “I’ll carry you.”
“What?” she asked, widening her eyes.
“I will carry you,” he said again. “I saw this in a movie. I have always wanted to carry my wife to the bedroom on my wedding night. . .” He picked her up easily and settled her in his arms. “And then make love to her.” A tiny bomb exploded in Laura’s belly when he said these last words. She looked into his deep brown eyes and whispered hoarsely,
“Srini, are you going to ‘make love’ to me.”
“Yes, I am.”
The two lovers looked a little silly as they made their way unsteadily to the bedchamber. Srini’s penis bobbed in the air like a helium-filled balloon. Laura’s feet bumped against the wall in the hallway a couple of times, and again on the door when he carried her over the threshold. They were both oblivious to this, though. One thought eclipsed all others in the couple’s minds: consummating their new-born love.
Srinivas placed his wife gently on her feet. “Now it’s my turn, ” she said huskily. She ran her hands down the silky black hair that lightly covered his chest. She repeated the movement, and stopped to trace slow circles around his hard little nipples. Then she pinched them. Srinivas closed his eyes and moaned. His slim hips thrust forward in a reflexive motion. Laura reached down and stroked his firm buttocks. Then she began massaging his back and shoulders as she sucked hard on each little knob.
She moved her hands back down to his silky rear end. Srinivas moaned as he likewise stroked his lover’s bottom. Her ass felt so soft! As he squeezed it, he could almost picture the cheeks swelling under the little dress she had worn for the marriage ceremony. Laura kissed her way up his chest, and then licked his collarbone like a cat.
Srini placed his big, rough hands on his wife’s chin. He lowered his head, and moved her fragrant mouth towards his. This time, he slipped his tongue between her lips first. Her saliva tasted like the sherry. Rich and sweet. He pressed his tongue into her mouth slowly, imagining that his cock entered her wet pussy in the same way. The couple rubbed their tongues and lips together until neither one could wait any more.
“Now,” said Srinivas, in a voice that would not allow contradiction. Laura moved backwards until she felt her thighs bump the side of the bed. The king-sized, four-poster bed was Laura’s big splurge. Pale, cream hangings hung on each post, and a fluffy comforter covered the huge mattress. The new wife placed her bottom on the edge of the bed. Her impatient husband parted her legs. He held a curvy thigh with one hand, and guided his penis to her dripping cunt with the other one.
Laura leaned on the bed with one arm. With her free limb, she helped Srinivas guide his penis into her hot love box. The beautiful Indian man gasped. Laura’s pussy felt so good. Soft , wet and warm. Because of the position, he could not push the length of his manhood inside of her love chute He also did not want to come too fast. He wanted her to like this, too.
He pulled out his penis almost all of the way, and then slowly pushed back in. Laura moaned. She could feel the rippled skin on his uncircumcised penis sliding against the most sensitive part of her insides. Slowly, he moved in and out with his large, hot penis. Again and again and again.
“Laurie, ” he whispered, after plunging inside her once more, “I can’t, I can’t last much longer.” His wife knew that she was not near her orgasm yet. Nevertheless, she wanted to give him as much pleasure as she could.
“That’s ok, Ri,” she said looking at him with love. She pushed him gently away from her body. She almost cried out in pain as his cock slipped out of her womanhood. “Let’s do it this way. You can worry about me afterwards. OK?” Srini uh-huh’d softly. She slid off of the edge of the bed and kissed his chest. Then she bent over the bed, offering her sex, doggy style! Srinivas’ intent gaze followed the generous arc of her soft, dark bottom. Her wet, swollen labia peeked through her thighs. Sticky pussy juice glittered on the prominent lips.
Laura turned around, and held his hand. Then she pulled him gently towards her body. Srini pushed her legs further apart, and again brought the head of his member to the wet vaginal opening. He fumbled around for a few seconds trying to find the hole. When his cock finally entered, he gasped and plunged deep into the well-oiled vagina. The loose skin on his cock head pulled back as his thick organ slid deep into the dark honey pot. As he pulled out again, the nerve endings on the sensitive foreskin sent shocks of pleasure racing through his system.
The young virgin roughly grabbed his wife’s thighs. He started to hump her snatch very fast. The pressure build up in his groin with each deep thrust. Laura felt Srini’s rigid balls bump her backside each time he shoved his penis into her cunt. She could also feel his foreskin moving in and out of her vagina. Rubbing something inside that felt so good, even though his deep thrusts hurt everytime he hit her cervix.
She pushed her ass against his pelvis now. Each sweet pain seemed to say, “You’re mine now. I claim you. You’re my woman forever.” The pleasure grew even from the discomfort, and soon Laura was crying again. Without any sound, just salty tears running down her beautiful cheeks.
Srinivas plunged his hardness one last time deep into Laura’s trembling snatch. He pressed his pelvis into her cushiony backside as thick spurts of come shot out of his cock. All the tension and worry he had felt for the past several months melted away. The exhausted man exhaled and leaned forward, resting gently on his wife’s back. He started to laugh softly.
“What’s so funny,” Laura asked mildly. She crawled forward so that the soft penis fell out of her vagina. Srinivas climbed up and lay next to her on the bed.
“Nothing, that just felt great!’ He kissed Laura’s cheek and pulled her close to his body. She scooched down and nestled her head into his hairy chest. The low throb of his heartbeat carried her off into dreamland, and soon the two lovers were snoring cozily, wrapped in each other’s arms.
