Note: What started off as a story of a young couple, turned into a tale involving others in their family.
Raja and Rani were a young couple living in a small town on the outskirts of the South Indian city of Madurai. At twenty-one, Raja was tall and dark and brutishly handsome. He was muscular, fit and toned and had a full head of curly black hair which he oiled religiously, giving them a shiny look at any time of day. Rani was nineteen and a head shorter than Raja. She had a petite, svelte figure. She was a dark and dusky beauty, with big, bold, beautiful eyes. Like most girls, she had taken to wearing the sari after marriage, but her clothes did nothing to hide her fantastic figure. She was aware of the effect she had on men and boys in the town. Her thick prominent thighs, her swaying wide hips, slim waist, tight ass, and long hair she wore in a single plait down her back were enough to have men and boys of all ages turn and take a closer look.
But whatever she had was only for her husband, Raja. In fact he was her cousin, being her mother's elder brother's son. It was quite normal in her village to marry one's cousin so it was not a big deal. Raja had dropped out of school after the tenth grade and now worked as a daily labourer in the steel factory which provided him a salary that was more than enough to support him and his wife.
Raja and Rani had met a few times during the days leading up to their wedding. On one of these occasions, Raja and Rani had confided to each other that they were virgins. Raja expected her to be one, but Rani was surprised that such a handsome, sexy, lively man like Raja was also a virgin. She expected him to be experienced in matters of sex and have him teach her stuff. But Raja had told her he had read books and watched porn and knew what had to be done. She had pooh-poohed him for watching porn but he said, naughtily, that he had learnt a lot from porn and she had no idea. She remembered she had blushed at this.
The met for one last time before the wedding at her parent's house. Raja could not hide his desire. And neither could Rani. It was in the early evening and they were chatting on the terrace. She had prepared masala tea for him as was watching him adoringly. He had removed his shirt and was in his sleeveless vest and she could see all his bulging muscles, biceps, triceps, pecs and abs. She was aroused and her mind also wandered and longed for the wedding night, imagining how it would be under his body as he plunged himself into her. She had only a vague idea of how people had sex. Her mother had tried to explain it to her once, about a man's cock getting big and thick and the like. Rani herself had tried to masturbate but had not gotten far.
Raja, for his part, was trying hard to conceal his hard-on. His dick was throbbing painfully inside his shorts. When Rani was not paying any attention, he quickly put his hand inside his shorts and straightened his cock. Such a young, beautiful girl. Just for him. She was his to do whatever he wanted! He masturbated regularly, imagining fucking the girls he saw in town. But lately, after their marriage was fixed, he only fantasized about Rani, thinking of ways they'd fuck. On how he would educate her, draw her out of her shyness and make her do things he wanted. Oh! How nice it would be to feel her mouth on his cock! What about her cunt? He hoped she kept herself clean. He wanted to lick her cunt like the men did to their women in porn. Oh! The things he wanted to do!
He looked up from his tea cup and caught her looking at him. It took a few seconds for either of them to realize that they were ogling each other. Then Raja smiled, and Rani responded likewise. And Raja went up to her and hugged her. She pushed back, but he did not let go. And when he crushed her to him, they both felt his thick cock against her thighs. He let go of her arms and crushed his palms on her chest, feeling the supple, yielding flesh of her breasts.
She gasped, and pulled back. "Aiyo, what are you doing? No. No! Not here!" she hissed.
Raja laughed, "Come on. I can't wait. Just let me touch. Or at least take a look! What is the problem? We are going to be husband and wife, anyway."
"No! Wait till the marri...," she tried to say, but could not finish. Raja had already plunged his head into her bosom and was trying to nibble at her tits. She twisted this way and that, but could not escape his tight grasp.
"Aiyoh! Wait. Wait.. appa and amma are downstairs! They will come..."
But Raja had to have his way. She finally relented. Raja lifted his head from her chest as he felt her relax. Rani was wearing a half-sari and the pallu covered her blouse. She moved it aside and for the first time in her life she offered a man unfettered access to her boobs. Raja looked at her and she could see his desire and lust in him. Her chest rose as he gingerly placed his mouth on her left tit. He could feel the material of her bra, but could also sense the soft tissue of her breast. His hand went to her other breast and he kneaded it. He moved from one breast to the other. He was also rubbing his crotch against her and she could feel the thickness of its flesh.
Then Raja said, "Open it! Let me see your tits! I want to be your baby. I want to suck your milk!!"
"What!" she almost shouted. "No. Dirty man. Not now..."
But Raja would have none of it. In a flash his hands went to her blouse and he started undoing her buttons. She gave up. After he had undid all the buttons, he pushed the flaps of her blouse aside and feasted on her bra covered breasts. He had never come so close to a girl before. Rani's chest was rising and falling. He had no doubt that she was aroused as well. Her bra had the clip at the front, and she reached up and unfastened it and spread the two halves apart.
Raja was stunned. Rani's tits were glorious! They were firm and rounded and big. Yes, bigger than he had imagined. Her nipples were erect, and her areolae surrounding them were dark. Raja put his hand out and cupped a breast.
"Oy! Amma!" Rani hissed.
Then Raja bent his head and put his mouth to a nipple and sucked. Intense bolts of pleasure went through their bodies. Raja felt her nipples to be hard as stones. Rani felt the coolness of his spit, and his tongue course through her entire being. There was no stopping Raja. His hands and mouth alternated between her breasts. She was holding on to his head, and then cupping her breasts and feeding it to him like he was a baby.
She thought,
"Oh! This is what it feels like! Fuck! Come on Raja! Suck me, drink me...yes yes!"
Raja lapped at her breasts with his tongue. Soon, both her tits were slathered with his saliva. She palmed them and spread his saliva all over her chest.
He turned her around so she faced the wall. She could not see what he was doing but felt him kneel down. And suddenly his rough hands were on her ass cheeks. He pressed his face to her ass and rubbed it all over.
She thought, "What the hell is he doing? Does he really like to touch me there?"
