Blacksmith’s Wife
I had just crossed 18 years of age. I was studying in first year of college. The nature had done its job. The youthfulness in me was at its peak. I was getting wet in my underwear at night. Early in the morning my prick used to erect hard like an iron bar.
I was also dreaming of heroines and beautiful girls in my college and town. At that time I was living in a small town along with my parents. Outside the town there was a river and on the bank of it there was lush greenery. Many trees were there.
One day the following incident took place and I lost my virginity. I had grown up as a man. It was my first encounter with sex and a woman.
Every day in the afternoon I used to go to the river side. Some times I took books with me to read. Most of the books were romantic and pornographic.
That day I read a book and while reading I slept there only. Suddenly I got up. I opened my eyes and what I saw was I could not believe my own eyes.
A young woman was taking bath in the river. As there was a bush between us she could not see me. But I could watch her thoroughly. After a while I recognized that the woman was newly married wife of a blacksmith in the town.
I started staring her acutely. She was medium in height, whitish in color. She was all plump. The sari she was wearing was wet and it was covering her well shaped body. As she was sitting on a stone and bathing I could not see her lower portion. But I could see her face, her well ripen breasts, which were behind her pallu.
The very sight was exciting. My blood started flowing rapidly. Hot waves were coming from my ears and nose. And my manhood stood like an iron rod under my pant.
As I was watching her movements eagerly she stood up and started massaging her thighs and shins. As there was nobody around she put her hand under her sari and started massaging between her thighs. The very sight was voluptuous and I was tying to control myself. My rod was so erect that at any moment it would have exploded.
As I told she was just married. Her age must be around 20 years of age. Her name was Manjula. As she was staying in a hut she was not getting space to bathe. So she must be coming to the river to take a bath.
As I was watching her she finished her bath and with the wet sari on her body she walked to a nearby tree where her dry clothes were kept. The distance was hardly 10-15 feet from me. I was sitting and seeing her movements from behind the bush.
She removed her wet sari around her upper portion and started drying the wet body. Oho! What a sight it was. Now I could see her big, fleshy breasts. The shape was round and small nipples were there. After that Manjula started wiping her thighs. Now I could see her well shaped plump thighs while doing so she had became complete naked. Oh! First time in my life I was seeing a woman naked. Now I could see her belly, and the mound below it. The mound was full of dark curly black hairs. First time in my life I was seeing such a sight. Now she just parted her legs. I could see a thin reddish crack between her thighs.
Here my condition was totally uncontrollable. I unzipped my pant and took out my rod and started masturbating. Within minutes I exploded my cumm and sound of ‘Hoo Haa!’ I uttered.
With that sound Manjula got alert and she started seeing in front of the bush. Suddenly she covered her body with her sari. She asked, “Who is there?”
I could not hide any more. Putting my cock inside my pant I got up. Manjula saw me. She knew who I was, because once or twice she had come to my house to meet my mother. She hurriedly wore the sari. By that time I went near to her.
She said, “You are that boy who was watching me naked!”
I said sorry to her. I told her that I was in sleep when she was bathing and suddenly I got up and I seen her.
She started smiling at my innocence. By this I gathered some courage and started talking to her. She took her blouse and petticoat and went behind the tree. After some time she came back.
Now her body was clad in the blouse and the petticoat. Her hairs strayed. She started combing them.
Then suddenly I asked Manjula, “Manjula please tell me. Of late I am getting wet in nights. What is the matter?”
She understood what I was asking. Smilingly she said, “You have become a man now! You are no more a boy.”
I pretended that I had not understood what she said. Then she further said-
“After certain age a boy and a girl become mature. Then they are ready for the marriage and can have sex.”
I asked her can I have sex now. She said yes. Suddenly I touched her hand.
At that time I was 5’4” in height. Fair in complexion and I had an athletic body. By seeing this Manjula must have also thought about sex with me. She was married and experienced where as I was totally novice.
Thinking my intentions she said, “But remember one thing. You should not tell this to anybody.”
I promised her. Then she took my hand in her hand and driven me to the bush where I was sleeping. Since it was evening the light was not that bright. There on the grass we sat. Manjula started kissing me all over my face. She also embraced me with both her hands. Her plump breasts were touching my chest. A strange feeling took all over my body. My blood pressure increased.
By now I got enough courage. The descriptions I read in pornographic books came handy. I touched her one breast and started fondling it. My manhood got erect again. Suddenly Manjula slipped her hand towards my zip. I knew what she wanted. I opened my zip. At once Manjula took out my hard cock. She started fondling it. With the soft touch of her hand it increased its size further. She said you have a nice, big cock. She must be comparing her husband’s cock with mine. I knew her husband. He was not as handsome as I was.
She touched my testicles also. There was thick bush of curly hairs around my cock. Manjula’s fingers were roaming in them. By now I had inserted my hand in her sari. Since we were sitting she widened her legs and made a way for me. Few minutes before the things I was watching now they were in my hands. I put my hand in between her thighs. I started exploring her thick bush. Suddenly I found the opening. I put my index finger in it. Manjula’s cunt was hot and well lubricated. Manjula started moaning with pleasure. She was kissing and inserting her tongue in my mouth. I touched a hard pea like thing on the opening of her cunt. It was her clit hard and erect.
At this moment Manjula stopped me. She parted away from me. She lied on the ground and lifted her petticoat and sari. She told me to remove my pant. I did so. Then she pulled me over her. I was new to all these things. She herself holding my hard cock put it on her cunt. She told me to push it inside.
What an experience it was! In one push my entire cock went inside her cunt. She also lifting her buttocks and started fucking me. I was in seventh heaven. I had unhooked her blouse. She was not wearing a bra. I was kneading her two breasts. She was telling me to suck the nipples. I started sucking them.
After some time we both reached the climax. My pushes become vigorous and suddenly I exploded my lava in Manjula’s cunt. For few minutes I lied on Manjula totally exasperating. I saw that my cock was now limp and came out of Manjula’s cunt.
Manjula moved me aside. With her petticoat she wiped my cock and her cunt. She sat. She buttoned her blouse.
The light was too dim to see our faces. She gave a kiss to me and said this is all about the manhood, understood you stupid!
After that we got up. While departing I asked her when we should meet again. She said wait and watch! And she went away.
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