A Marital Massage

My name is Manjula. I am 26 years old. Though I am educated, A Marital Massage as I came from a very poor rural family, I had to get married to a well to do middle aged businessman of 57 years. My husband’s name is Sunil. I am an average looking woman – very fair, long hair, about 5′ 6″ in height, a figure of 36 – 27 – 38 and good skin texture etc. Being a rural woman I am rather very strong, but, conservative in nature and always dressed in sarees.
I was a virgin when we were married and my husband Sunil took my virginity on our wedding night. Though his penis is very normal in size – just a five inch thin one, I had cried and bled a lot, when my hymen was broken by him. But I got over it. Over the next few weeks, he had sex with me – whenever he wished. I am very shy during sex. But as I was so innocent and fresh, the more he looked at me, he slowly developed an obsession. His obsession was to watch a very big built man with an extremely large sized penis, have sex with me very roughly! This obsession of his grew and grew to a point, that he simply could think of nothing – except to watch that scene in his mind. He knew that being a very conservative girl from a rural family, I would simply not agree to fulfilling his obsessions. But yet, his obsession grew and every time he thought about it, his penis would get erect! He developed a plan . . . . . .

Slowly, he started renting pornographic video movies and began making me watch them along with him, during nights – to expose to me the sexual activities that people were taking pleasure in around the world. Though I was not comfortable watching porn, yet, just to please him, I watched them. He then broached upon the subject of bringing another man to our bedroom to have sex with me. I was shocked and completely refused. Over the next few weeks, he kept on asking me and pleading with me to agree. Yet I kept on refusing him. One day in the market, He came across a vegetable vendor – who caught his attention. He was almost 6′ 4 ” tall, dark, massively built physique and had a mustache and a beard. He reminded him of his obsession for me. He knew that he had found the man for me. But, the problem was now to convince me and him too! Gradually, he started regularly buying vegetables from him and befriended him. The man’s name was Jameel. He was from U.P. My husband Sunil, asked him out for drinks and got to know him better. He gathered that Jameel was married but, as his wife was staying in his village, he was yearning for sex. My husband Sunil, slowly revealed to him over the next few weeks, his obsession and even showed my snaps to him. He got excited looking at my snap and told him that he was more than willing to take my vagina roughly. Both of them drew a plan . . . . .

That night once again My husband Sunil, brought up the topic with me. When I refused as usual, he pleaded with me, that at least I should fulfill my obsession in another smaller way. I asked him how. He told me, that he had come across a professional masseur for ladies. He told me that he would be satisfied to some degree, if I at least allowed that man to give myself, a body massage. I was very hesitant. He told me that as he would be with me, when he was massaging me, there would be no problem. As I had been pestered by him everyday, for almost two months, I finally agreed. He arranged for us to have Jameel, to come to our house on Saturday night.

On Saturday evening, in order to make me look very exciting to Jameel, he personally prepared me. He lovingly bathed me and helped me to dress in a sexy black bra and panty. Over that, he made me wear a sleeveless white blouse and a nice white cotton petticoat. Then he helped me to wear a simple and nice white sarees. Then He helped me to comb my hair and apply a simple make up. I suppose I looked nice by that time. He was sure that Jameel would tear my tender vagina apart with excitement. I was extremely nervous by now. My husband Sunil, calmed me with soothing words.
Promptly at 7.00 p.m., as planned the bell rang. I almost ran into our inner rooms! My husband Sunil, opened the door and Jameel walked in. He called out to me and asked me to get some whisky for our guest. Slowly and shyly with a lot of nervousness I walked in carrying the tray with the bottle and glasses. Jameel’s eyes almost popped out looking at me! He introduced Jameel to me as a ladies masseur. Jameel was wearing a simple cream colored shirt and a white pant. As they drank a couple of pegs, I could see that Jameel could simply not keep his eyes off my body. I further could make out the form of his penis standing erect, in his pant. It appeared huge. My husband was getting thrilled with anticipation of what it would do to my hairy & lovely vagina.

After sometime and a few pegs, My husband Sunil, asked me if I was ready for the massage. With great nervousness, I nodded. He then invited Jameel to our bedroom. He told him in front of myself, that as I was nervous, and as he would probably need to disrobe me slowly to ensure a good massage, it would be better if, both of them – himself and Jameel, also disrobed little by little, as and when, he disrobed me, so that I would not feel too shy. He agreed with a big grin on his face! I looked shocked! He patted me and told her, that by this way, I would not feel conscious of myself and I would enjoy the massage better.

In the bedroom, Jameel then asked me to first remove my saree and lie down on our bed with my blouse and petticoat. I hesitated. My husband Sunil, walked up to me and helped me to remove my saree. I lay down on the bed. Jameel applied some cream on his palms and started massaging my arms. He was very slow and sensuous and kept staring at my breasts and navel. Gradually I started easing up on my tensions. He then told me that he will now massage my neck. Again He was very slow and sensuous and kept staring at my breasts and navel, with lust in his eyes. I now started becoming a bit uneasy, as I was obviously beginning to get a bit excited. He then told me that he will now massage my upper chest and that I had to remove my blouse. I looked up at My husband Sunil. He told me that it was OK and removed my blouse, also asking Jameel to remove his shirt. Jameel had a very broad and hairy chest with rippling muscles. I stared at his hairy chest and muscles with nervousness. Jameel started massaging my upper chest. Again He was very slow and sensuous and kept staring at my bra, thru’ which my large black nipples could be distinctly seen. I now started getting excited.

Jameel then told me that he will now pull up my petticoat to massage my thighs. I nodded slowly. My husband Sunil, told Jameel to remove his pant. Jameel had a underwear, under his pant. My husband Sunil, and me were almost shocked to see a very huge bulge under his underwear. Obviously his massive organ was completely erect and was straining against the underwear. I stared at his organ with fear. Jameel started massaging my calves and then my thighs. He gave a very slow and sensuous massage on my thighs and kept sliding his hand more and more upwards into my petticoat, towards my hot and hairy vagina. My petticoat kept slipping more and more upwards. My milky white thighs were getting more and more visible and Jameel kept staring at them. Finally he pulled my petticoat completely upwards. My black panty was visible now. It was drenched with moisture. It was obvious that I was very excited and was secreting my juices through my lovely moist vagina.
Jameel then told me that he will now massage my upper thighs and hence I should remove my panty. I kept silent as she was feeling extremely shy. My husband Sunil, told Jameel to remove it himself. he also told him to remove his underwear, so that my I can also see his organ and not be self conscious. Jameel pulled off my panties from her. He then slipped off his Underwear. My husband Sunil, and me could not believe our eyes! Here was the biggest and most massive penis that I had ever seen in my life. It was Gigantic! It looked like an angry tiger! It was around Nine inches long, Four inches in diameter, Hairy, Black and had a gigantic head. It was completely erect! I almost fainted looking at his massive organ with fear. Jameel stretched and pulled up both my thighs upwards, giving him a very close up view of my tiny, tender, hairy and moist vagina. They could smell the pungent sexy smell, which was emanating from my intimate places!

Jameel positioned himself kneeling on the bed, so that he could put each of my thighs, either side on each of his shoulders. His monster penis was now only an inch away from my tiny vagina! I was completely excited. My husband Sunil, also became extremely excited, removed all his clothes and slipped closer to us, so that he could watch clearly. Jameel started his sensuous massage on my upper thighs. I was extremely excited. Slowly he started massaging the outer lips of my vagina. I started squirming. Jameel pulled himself closer to me. His penis now started touching my vaginal entrance. He continued his massaging of my vagina with his fingers. I was getting more and more excited by the minute. Jameel looked at My husband Sunil. He told him to go ahead. I realised what My husband Sunil had asked him to do and though I was extremely excited and my vagina was pouring out my juices, yet, I looked at My husband Sunil, helplessly from the bed. He patted my cheeks and told me that it was OK. I did not know what to do.

Jameel stood for a moment and gazed at my body, appreciating my firm, round breasts, nearly perfect tummy and shapely legs. He reached forward and cupped my breasts, lowering his face to their softness. With expertise and gentleness, he removed my bra, allowing it to join the rest of the clothing on the floor. I don’t know how long he spent kissing, nibbling, sucking and caressing my breasts, as time seemed to stand still in the room lit by early summer sunlight. My back arched and small throaty moans would occasionally make their way into the lustful air, adding fuel to the fire, which was on its way to being out of control. I remember being laid down on the bed, my head resting on satin. Jameel’s hands and fingers were rubbing my pubic area forcing me to moan louder and twitch as he rubbed my ever-swelling clit. It was obvious that he had played this day over in his mind more than once.

As he rubbed my clit into near climax, his mouth never left my breasts and neck. I was so close to being desperate for more, I almost demanded outright that he go down on me. He must have read my mind, because at just the end of my ability to hold on, he moved his face to where his hand had just been. Now, with his fingers slipping inside, searching out the wettest area, I could feel his mouth blow hot air onto my pubic area just above my clit. I thought I was going to be set afire right then and there! His fingers teasingly played with my G-spot while he nibbled and mouthed me. It was the most intensely erotic experience I had experienced in a very long time. By now I was moaning so loudly that a fleeting vision entered my mind. It was of my husband, watching us and listening to my groans and moans of pleasure, with his penis as hard as a rock, and his imagination taking over every aspect of his existence. Finally Jameel returned to his prior position and parted my legs to fit his desires. I could feel the cool air from the ceiling fan as it offered caresses of its own on my wet, curly hair and moist vaginal lips. Jameel lowered himself and with skilled fingers he parted my lips and forced my engorged clitoris out of its hiding.

I could feel the blood racing to my entire pubic area, making it hotter and even more sensitive. Fingers slid in and out of my pussy, reaching farther than I thought possible, just to be pulled back out and then plunged back in, creating an exquisite rhythm with the beats of my heart and the breath in my chest. Dancing madly to the rhythm was a tongue so talented, it alone took my breath away. He moved in such a way, I thought briefly that surely he must be a part of a wild dream. With every plunge, lick, suck, nibble, rub, push, and dart, I felt my body quiver, jolt and respond to him without my permission or my control. My body was his as he brought me to a shuddering, explosive, convulsive and nearly mind -blowing orgasm. I wrapped my fingers around his curls and dug my nails into his scalp, throwing my hips into his face only to jerk them back, pushing them into the cushion of the bed and then upward again. My groans had long since been replaced by animalistic screams of disbelieving ecstasy, which I would feel for days each time I spoke a word.

As my orgasm slowly subsided and my breathing reached a fairly normal rate, I could sense both of their eyes on me. Jameel noticed my belly, moving with each breath, as did my breasts, still taut and rigid from the attention they received. My chest was flushed and splotchy with excitement. My face was red. My lips were pouting and nearly plum red from biting and sucking on them in the thrust of Cumming. My eyes were bright and alive with a fire only sex provides. My hair was now soaked to my temples and forehead. Jameel looked wickedly at me, with no words telling me he was not even close to being finished.

I felt a momentary mix of elation and panic as I realized that the look I’d never seen on his face meant that he wasn’t ready to go home just yet. I could tell that he had treated me to the orgasm so that upon finishing, he could truly apply his attention and talents to his own orgasm and pleasure. My breath caught in my throat. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, that my own incredible satisfaction was just cherry on the cake, and that having Jameel come inside my stretched and swollen vagina was the main objective. Still, I knew that if this man, was that good at giving me pleasure, he must be a phenomenal beast when it came to his own.

Before I was able to give it a moment’s more thought, Jameel was standing before me. He was a tall man with a physique that rivaled those of models. His hand was holding his gigantic penis and rubbing it very slowly as he drank in my form. His eyes were filled with a cloudy and yet stabbing lust. He was getting harder by the second, and I watched in naked silence as he grew to a size, which, again, caused me to catch my breath. He was gigantic, in my opinion, and he grinned when he recognized what must’ve been a common _expression on my face.

I glanced up and saw his grin, realizing how young and naive I must have looked. Jameel then smiled one of his enigmatic smiles, allowing me to see the man I knew so well. I let my head relax on the satin, unable to stop my eyes from traveling downward to his penis. When my eyes once again made their way to his crude and rugged face, I could tell he was finished allowing me to get over my shock of his size. He lowered himself again, lunging his face into my vagina causing me to squeal in humorous shock. I laughed out loud at his sudden and teasing movement, appreciating his talent for lightning up a situation.
He kneeled between my legs and brought my hips upward under the guide of his hands. He lowered my buttocks onto his knees so that was at an angle and at his mercy. I watched as he grabbed his penis, thick and hard as it already was. I watched as hand and penis, together, gave my already beaten, pounded and stretched pubic area a good spanking. His bulbous head was being slapped against my pubic bone with what seemed a great deal of force. With each slap, I swear I saw his shaft swell, being led by the growth of his mushroom tip. I was watching this while fully aware of how wet the slight thump-sting to my already sensitive area was causing me to become more hot and turned on by this man.

By the time my hips began tilting even higher, begging for a better beating, he was to his full erectus and ready to drive me home. He pushed my knees upward, freeing his legs from bracing my buttocks and inched forward until he was positioned, as he wanted. I recall feeling his thighs against the backs of mine and how the seconds before first thrust seemed to last a lifetime. Suddenly and finally, I felt his marble-hard penis force its way into my tender vagina, guarded by two delicate but strong lips. I felt the head, slightly pointed, large ridged, and hot push its way in. His organ was intensely hard and smooth and had a strong brute force as it lent its strength to the head. The head hit the back of my pussy with a fury and passion equal to none but my own. A strong and sharp pain filled my vagina for a moment, leaving me aching for more.

As he pulled his penis out of me, I prepared for the return of the ram. I held my breath and just then, I felt him re-enter and attack my inner back walls, attempting, it felt, to break them down. I felt the pain again, too, but this time it didn’t startle or hurt me as much. I enjoyed knowing that the sharpness was from this huge organ hitting deep inside me. The more I thought about his penis filling my already stretched vagina, I got more turned on. My thighs thrust hard against his, forcing our bodies to collide in a sexual fusion. I found that my previous animalistic screams were just the seeds to what was coming out of my mouth now. I didn’t recognize my own sounds. They sounded alien and nearly horrific and oddly, purely sexual. Just as I was sure I was on my way to Cumming again, Jameel suddenly pulled out and in one graceful move, turned me around so that I faced the headboard and windows.

I felt his hands, large and strong, grab my hips and pull me roughly against his raging penis. He thrust his member into my vagina and with the thrust, I felt my entire being weaken. He pushed so far inside that I felt that pain again, but it was different. This time, his head rubbed against my G-spot as he barged his way into my domain. My arms shook with weakness as they stressed to hold me in position. My head jerked back to the point where it touched my shoulders, and with it, a groan that was deep and throaty. My buttocks and vagina clinched, locking a hold around his penis which I could tell immediately that he enjoyed. With a swift pull, he was at my opening again, and preparing for entry.

Over and over again, he thrust himself deep within my inner walls, causing me to cum around his shaft countless times. My entire body was shaky and sweaty by the time he gave me the hardest ram of all. I could feel his semen shooting with a matched force into me. His heartbeat was undoubtedly forcing the seed to crash into my walls in perfect time. I could feel the thump-squirt-thump-squirt for what felt like an hour. I loved feeling a strange man’s semen being sprayed into me. The thought of never before having this man’s semen filling my vagina, was an incredible aphrodisiac. With this realization, I thrust my buttocks backwards, farther onto his penis, feeling that now familiar pierce of pain. I nearly sat upright, trying with all my will to swallow his member with my vagina.

I felt his semen quickly begin to ooze from my vagina onto his satisfied penis. He pulled completely out after giving me a gentle nudge forward. Still on my hands and knees, I watched as he wrapped his fingers around his organ, collecting as much of the spilled semen as possible. Then, with fingers and thumb covered, he allowed his juice to drip and slide onto my anus and further down to my vagina, which was so full already, it was beginning to drip on its own. Sometime in the next few moments, he got cleaned up and dressed. I collapsed into a more relaxed position on my side. He came over and smiled down at me. Jameel brushed my hair gently from my face, peeling the strands still glued onto my skin by sweat. I felt weak and completely used. I loved it. I smiled back at him, not bothering to rise up and be the polite hostess. The times of polite hosting were definitely in the past now. Jameel bent and kissed my cheek softly to say goodbye.

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