Krishna and I

I am Govinray, 23 years old, around 5’11” and am in Delhi. This is a story of how I learnt how to make love, and later marry the same girl. Krishna was an illegitimate child who was abandoned, and was rescued by my aunt and brought home when she five. I was around ten at that time. Krishna was shifted to Madras when she was 7 to one of our relative’s house, where she became a servant and was treated worse than garbage. Her day used to start at 5 am and end at around 10 in the night. She was showered with abuses and beatings and was ill-treated by one and all. What she got to eat was left over’s. The next time I saw her was when I went for an interview to that city, when I was 21. She must have been 16, and had filled in all over, with a lovely smile, dark hair and voluptuous body. I eventually got a job in Delhi and had rented out a ‘barsaathi’ for my stay. The pay was very good, as was the position. As I was alone, I would cook for myself in the evenings, have my meal and hit the sack. Weekends were my own, spent lazing or meeting friends and eating out. Finding going a bit hard, I wrote to my aunt if she could look for a help for me. Pat came the reply, “Can we send Krishna?” “Yes.” was my reply, and sooner than I thought, she was put on a train and sent to Delhi. I met her at the station and brought her home. She was famished as they hadn’t given her any money for the journey, except packed lunch which lasted a day. Her baggage consisted of a jute back with old torn saris and some under garments. The same evening I took her to the market, bought her some decent saris and under clothes, took her out to a meal and we came home around 9 pm.

“Where do I sleep master?” she asked. By then, I was determined that she will be mine and mine alone. “Where do you want?” I asked. It was November, and Delhi was pretty cold by then. “Wherever you tell me” she said, most coy. “ARE you sure?” I asked. “Yes; Whatever you tell m, I will do.” she relied. That was enough for me. I just went up to her, and sweeping her off her feet, lifted her into my arms and keeping her head firm in the crook of my arm, I kissed her on her mouth, which was wet and slurp. She did not know how to respond, and I taught her. She learnt it as fast, and from then she took over the kissing, kissing me all over my face, leaving it wet with her saliva, and eventually she thrust her tongue deep into my moth telling me to suck it, which I hungrily did. As we finished this after five minutes, I laid on my back, and she then said, “Babu. Ever since I saw you in your aunt’s house, I have been yearning for you, and in the short nights I had, I used to play with myself, thinking about you. I never dreamt that this would become real. I am so, so happy master.” I was thrilled.

I turned on my side and removed her blouse, and as she had no bra, two golden mangoes burst in to view with two lovely nipples, on which I went to work immediately, sucking them, first gently, one after another, and later, on her urging with pressure from my mouth till she was shaking all over, calling me, Babu. Babu. Suck me away my master. I want you all over me and into me. Never leave me ever.” I could no longer feel sane, and so, my hand went down and I removed the sari knot and slid it off her, and then her petticoat. Her cunt was just luscious and was throbbing. Not a hair was on it. Seeing that lovely sight, I dipped my face between her thighs and said. “Krishna. I am now going to indulge in licking you and hope you will enjoy it.” “I will babu. I am going to love everything you do. From now on, you are my master and I am your slave.” I gently parted her thighs and dipped my face right into her cunt, smelling the divine female scent, and parting her cunt lips, started licking it from top to bottom. “Oh my God. How lovely. Don’t stop my master. Don’t stop at all. Lick me and suck me there as much as you want. I have never had such pleasure ever in life. Suck me my lord. My Babu” and she held my head hard, and played with my hair. I was roused beyond words. I knew she was a virgin, but yet asked her. “Yes I am. Ready to be split by you master. take me and make me a woman babu. I am waiting for your penetration. Don’t delay.” I tried to slip my finger in her hole, but there was resistance. “Krishna. It will hurt. But just.

Don’t shout and don’t reject me my love” I said. She smiled and hugged me to her, spreading her thighs wide. By then her clitoris sprung up, and I bent down tasking it between my teeth and gently started teasing it. She was utteri8ng sounds that I could not understand, except “Babu. babu. More” And I complied willingly, slurping away her juices. I now got up stripped and as she me totally without a stitch, and my prick in all its manhood glory, she got up and held it in her hands, saying, “how lovely. This is all mine and ever mine” and started licking it. I laid her back, spread her wide and kneeling in front of her open thighs, tried to enter her. She was squirming, but I held her and gave a thrust, when her hymen broke and she immediately bit my shoulder drawing blood, the marks of which are still there. “Sorry. My master. Otherwise I would have shouted” I slowly started my thrusts, very gently by which time her juices started pouring and drenched me fully inside her cent. It was heavenly. First time for both, without messing up. The thrusts started getting faster and faster and her hands were around me, her legs encircling m4e. Suddenly her vagina started its contraction and I was transported to bliss. “Love me. love me Babu.” Saying this she started kissing me, which I too reciprocated thrusting down into her vagina and up in her mouth. Soon after, I felt I was coming and I did, drenching her all over inside, and she crying, “More. More.” It was the most delicious 45 minutes of my life and I told her so. She wrapped her arms around me and asked me suck her breast which I happily did. Both of us then cleaned ourselves, and when I returned, she was ready to take me in her mouth. I happily agreed. And we spent that night, sucking, licking, fucking with so much intimacy that we were both in seventh heaven. Krishna became my wife a few months later, and we have been having each other, with all love and care.