A floor about my experiences with my girlfriend first few age 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 middle and a tremendous grin. I met her through a close friend of mine, and it took me a few day to fall head over dog in love with her. However, like almost vex miss from Republic of India, she was from a very conservative screen background, from a little town and yet she knew and empathize why and how, many of the economic value 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 base sexual experience, thing escalated quickly. She turned out to be an insatiable animate being in bed. Every Indian man's dream. A button-down beautiful missy with a lot of traditional time value and a kinky weirdo, 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 longsighted distance kinship and we tried to meet as often as possible. We had been having sex for the last yr or so, but since we met only twice or sometimes even once a month, we really craved for each early. We had telephone sex almost every Nox, and the fantasies got ever crisp 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 affair that she wanted, and it stemmed from her shyness and the fact that privacy in Bharat is hard to come by. If we mere at a hotel, she was always really relate about being overheard or seen with me, again because India is a tops conservative post. She wanted to be in a post where she could be fucked out in the open and make as often noise as potential. A lieu where we could be isolated for twenty-four hour period. 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 month, I introduced her to my parents. It was no easy feat convincing here. She was tiptop scared and shy and neural. 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 straight-out kick and hence they had their own reasons to be concerned.

They really liked her. They said that they have never seen me respect and bed someone so much before. And they knew we were obviously having a strong-arm human relationship. So they gave us a gift ! 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 top-notch 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 receive a girl to girl talk. It made my girl spirit extremely shy and uncomfortable, to a detail where she was almost hiding her facial expression in her hands. For her it was impossible to babble to one's parents about sex or relationships. Anyhow, the merging went well and she left that evening and I stayed to spend time with my parents. They were really really felicitous. My dad even suggested giving me extra cash since I have a girlfriend whom they really like ! !

It was also the commencement 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 a lot money I get per month from my parents and that I opened a assort bank account for her and she could part the money with me. She was a bit scandalize. But it was impossible for me to enjoin over the phone what her exact chemical reaction was. She asked me to repeat it to her. How big are the tea gardens ? What was the public figure of the party ? How follow you do not outwear nicer or dry cleaner dress ? And how much did you say you get per calendar month ? And then she aim blank refused the money.

Initially she did not need to go, she said that the flights would be 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 protagonist of a friend was holding a terpsichore workshop somewhere in the vicinity of my menage and we got an official letter etc etc, and promised that she would at to the lowest degree render up once during the two weeks. Her parents agreed and she was overjoyed. They even gave her additional hard currency 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 Little Joe Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 term. One, we would bear to fly together, two, there should be no one around in the house of the locality, three, no masturbation for the next hebdomad and four, no sex for the outset two days of being there. After that for the rest of the eleven 24-hour interval, I could let my way with her. I did not understand all the experimental condition but I agreed. Turned out later, that they were for my own thoroughly. 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 home in the mountains. She was dressed extremely conservatively in a salwar suit, which successfully hid her characteristic and her big wonderful breast. It is an important aspect of the story, she was a young lady who was very conservative from the outside. The house was a small-scale and comfortable place. Beautifully re-designed by an architect friend of my dad. It had a minor well-to-do living/dining room with an open kitchen. And two huge bedrooms with en-suite john and large cantilevered balconies, all sprawled over on top of a mound surrounded by tea gardens. It was not easy to convert the manager of the land to stay away and keep open everyone away, but after a small cash transaction he happily agreed. He told me that if we needed anything I could prognosticate him from the landline in the house. The family itself was a little apart from the briny gardens and hence piece of 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 conducting wire fence. My girlfriend was satisfied with the organization to say the to the lowest degree. We waited for the guy to result 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 glad that I had never told her about how wealthy my family was and if I had she probably would have been too intimidated to day of the month me ! She made us a simpleton yet fantastic luncheon, and then told me how much money she had spent for the trip. It was one fifth of what I had expected her to pass, but then again that was one of the grounds why I loved her so lots. She was extremely cautious with her pecuniary resource. We talked for hours and time of day and then she told me why she wanted to first two day to be sex free. She wanted to put everything so that we would not receive to do much for the rest of the week. That involved preparation, cleaning, relaxing etc. I helped when I could and relaxed most of the metre. She was making me drink pineapple juice and I had no idea why. I was naïve !

We went to slumber on the first Nox fully clothed and me with a raging hard on, which was completely ignored. She was quite tired after having cooked and sorted all variety of food. She cuddled up to me and said that she felt super good and super secure now that thing were prescribed. 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 diminished town girl came pouring out and she cried and sobbed and told me how much she loved me. I reciprocated and we were a flock lying around crying and telling each early how much we love each other. Slowly we drifted off to sleep.

The next day, was still a no sex day. I spent about of my time relaxing and reading, while she kept cooking. Though now she had changed into tops forgetful boxers, which accentuated her tremendous ass, and a very tight tank top without a bra. It was quite surd for me not to pounce on her. And my erection never seemed to lessen. Finally in the good 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 conservativist Red Indian apparel as we were outside the sign of the zodiac. And when I asked her why she had decided to shift she replied,"What if somebody saw me wearing that ?"She actually wanted to see how big the plot of Edwin Herbert Land was and that if we really were alone. So we walked amongst the tea gardens and through a footling timber and there was no one in sight. After a six-hour long walk of life around the plot, and judgement you we still had not reached the boundary bulwark, 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 book binding of the timber 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 60 minutes. Sometime in-between, she smiled when she saw me checking her out, and she lifted her hand above her head and said,"I feel so devoid and liberated ! Wait just a few more than hours baby and see what this little liberated Native American village young woman can do. I will put all your little fancy porn stars to shame."

We had a scrumptious and quiet dinner in the candlelight. She said,"I love this place, I could never have got imagined post like this exist in our overcrowded commonwealth. 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 corneous or maybe its just this home, 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 rule out about this. No more dirty hotel room. I do not even care what my parents say about it any more. I love you and I want to make out you right. Its kind of official, and I have a licence to have it off. Really, I feel so soo soooooo liberated. But ofcourse, its all from tomorrow. Get some sleep, you will need all the vitality you can muster."
I went to bed really former, needless to say, super sexually frustrated and just hoping that whenever I wake up the next cockcrow or night, would be considered the third day and we would be having sex. I fell asleep almost immediately after the long and tiring cost increase. It must deliver 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 hr of the dayspring. It was peddle black outside and all the igniter in the sleeping accommodation were switched on. She was dressed in a beautiful red sari accompanied by a lot of traditional jewellery. She looked like a Saint Bride on her nuptials Night. The tight red blouse accentuated her tit. My initial reaction was a mix of wtf and wow ! I had an straightaway raging hard on. She put her fingers on my lips and told me to not say anything and ejaculate 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 timberland. I said,"Wtf is going on baby ?"And she kept quite and kept walking. I noticed the traditional mehendi on her hands and the tending to detail. Her nuptial costume was immaculate. I was so put forward that my cock was aching. Twenty proceedings later we arrived at a clearing. I was unsleeping by now. There was a bed covered with petals and enclosed in a mosquito net in the middle of the clarification. On finisher inspection it was just a wooden-headed 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 waitress. We waited for a few hour. I could reek her excitation and the sweetness scent of her pussy starting to get excited. I was perspiring with excitement. We looked up at the realise night sky through the scattered canopy of the Brobdingnagian 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 rise and help me feel truly liberated."We waited for a few minutes. By this point of time I was so wake up and rummy I agreed. She handed me an gasbag. There was a piece of newspaper publisher with some instructions and a little necklace inside. The necklace looked oddly associate. She looked nervous and ready to hide her face. I read the letter in the flickering lamplight.
I was shocked stick and excited. It read, Dear howling man, you have given me so a great deal love. Do this one thing for me and release me from my bond. I was always told that I should only hold 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 ceremony ). You know what to do with them. After that, rip all my clothes apart and jazz me. Make for sure you fuck me good and right. And get to sure you rip the necklace and smear the sindoor over my brass and body by the meter you cum. I have been on the pill since I met your parents, so you can descend inside me. Yes, I want you to spoil me.
I smiled and kissed her. She was wearing so much jewellery and looked so good, that it felt strange to mess it all up. I slowly put the necklace around her neck opening and screwed it into seat. Then I took some of the red powder and smeared it on her forehead. She took off her saree and lay there in her half-slip and blouse. She looked amazing. She switched into being super shy and resistant. She would not let me part her peg and so the games began. I ripped her blouse and squeezed her breasts. She wailed as I pinched her firmly 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 restrain 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 gon na 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 textile into her oral cavity to gag her. She struggled violently as I entered her wet pussy. She was blind drunk and warm and wet and she squeezed her kitty-cat 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 physical structure were sliding against each other. Her big breasts glistened in the lamp visible light and deflect down to grab and suck them. Then I pulled her gag out. She moaned and screamed even louder. I said,"belly laugh as loud as you want, no one can pick up you, little unsporting slut. You want to get pregnant huh ? trivial bitch !"She came, moaning and shaking and screaming all at the same fourth dimension. Her puss twinge my putz so tight, it hurt. She came again, as I kept pounding her harder and harder. And about twenty punishing push later, she had a full moon body orgasm. She shouted and screamed and squirted all over me and on herself. The bed was wet with her cum, and her puss gripped my cock ever severely. Without giving her any time to recover, I ripped off her mangal sutra, and poured the whole container of sindoor on her chest. I used both my hands to denigrate it all over her body and face.

By now her hair was in a hole and she was sweaty and smeared with red colour. Her chest was heaving and I continued fucking her. Her center rolled up in delight as I continued pounding her. Then her saying changed to denseness as she contorted her boldness and was about to cum. She begged,"Please unbrace my hands, you will not be sorry !"I slapped her,"seed 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 helping hand. Not having recovered from her previous orgasm, she still somehow managed to contort herself and put her branch behind her articulatio humeri. Her bare pussy was sticking out."piece of tail my puss and please please get me pregnant."She pleaded. I was on the verge now, and I after a few knife thrust, I came. I came with spurts and jet of cum, and grunted and fell on top of her.


To be continued…