Honeymooning Quandaries
For Usra Khalid, the change in her life had been momentous. From being the eldest daughter within an exceptionally conservative household in Lahore, she was now the daughter-in-law of a significantly more liberal family. Her husband, Imran, was someone from virtually another planet, born overseas, doted on by American godparents, educated in the top English medium school patterned on Eton, with degrees from known American universities, and work experience on three continents. Imran's first language had been English courtesy of spending his early years in Saudi Arabia, where his dad was very social with the American staff at the oil company. Fluent in English, Urdu and Punjabi and competent in French, Spanish and Arabic, Imran was as close to being a world wise liberal as she could expect.
From the time he had winked at her, just as he was exiting the room where she had been put on display to his family during the rishta (pre-screening) process, Usra felt that Imran was different than any other male she had ever met. Since she did not have any brothers, her points of reference were her father, uncles and much older cousins. Her dad did not allow her to mingle with cousins of her own age once she was past twelve. Being enrolled in all-girls' schools meant she had no inkling of what to expect from boys or men. And then, out of the many suitors, her Dad and family had accepted the proposal from Imran's family. Now they were married and soon would be alone in their suite at the top hotel in Lahore.
"Hi there, those clothes and jewels must be really difficult to manage," Imran expressed sympathy seeing her curled up in the typical desi fashion, on the bed, for brides just about to be deflowered, even though she looked sensational in her boutique make-up and ornate dress.
"Oh it's okay," she whispered, turning red at the prospect of soon having to undress with him around, "I will go and change in the restroom!"
It had been one thing posing with him in all sorts of ways for the bridal photo shoot in the lavish lawns of the hotel, putting her hands around his neck, letting him lift her up, sitting in his lap, and even kissing him on the mouth. Being alone with him now, and about to remove all vestiges of dignity, was a whole different ball game. Usra turned for the restroom but was stopped dead in her tracks. Imran had grabbed her around the waist from behind and bent her forward over the dressing table. His hands had gone under her short bridal kameez to find and undo the clasp on her lehnga (skirt). The heavy garment dropped immediately to the floor. Imran caught onto her panty and pulled it off without trouble as the frilly item simply tore in the face of pressure applied.
Usra, who was surprised by his action and trying to defend her modesty, appeared to lose any fight as her underside was bared. Rather than flopping forward, however, she turned around in his grasp to face him. Their mouths connected, in a hit and miss kind of manner at first, but soon their tongues had discovered a mutually enjoyable rhythm. Imran caught onto her waist and lifted her onto the dresser. Dropping his own shalwar kameez, he spread her legs and positioned his cock at her entrance.
In the brightly lit room, and not at all in the romantic seductive manner on the bed that Usra had imagined losing her virginity, Imran pushed forward and got almost nowhere. Yes, Usra's father had protected her honour with dedication and she was pristine. Clumsily finding some cream on the dresser and greasing his pole while still holding her in an unnatural position, he tried again. Usra let out a little scream and then sucked in her breath as his rod tore her hymen to shreds. The pain was immense but he was driven to get as far inside her as possible. At some point he could go no further. Usra exhaled as he withdrew, but tensed again as the hard and thick appendage renewed its attack on her cunt. Slowly and gradually the hurt decreased and she began to enjoy the sensation of being alternatively filled and emptied. It seemed an eternity but within ten minutes Imran had spurted into her. His cock deflated and a stream of semen, blood and her own fluids trickled out onto the furniture.
"Oh my God, my clothes are going to get ruined!" Usra shrieked as the sticky and bloody ooze made its way down her legs.
Imran showed amazing alacrity in kicking the discarded lehnga away before it got soiled by the blood and other goo. Taking the kameez off was another matter as her jewellery was in the way. With great care he slowly removed every piece of lucre and put it into the nearest drawer he could open while still holding her on top of the dresser. Once that was done, the shirt came off easy as did the bra which no longer had a matching panty that could be useful. Usra, for the first time in her life was stark naked in front of someone who was not a parent, an elder, a female relative or associate, or doctor.
"God you are stunningly beautiful," Imran whispered into her ear as he carried her to the bed to continue their love making. She blushed even redder and felt a new joy as her husband's words soaked into her mind and heart.
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Usra's cunt was sore and puffy the next morning. Despite the lateness of the hour, Imran had not gone to bed peacefully or let her rest either. All the tiredness from running around in the last days prior to the wedding weighed her down, but her husband wanted to explore every part of her body.
The second time around, he had taken her in the missionary position, one which was a lot more comfortable than the fuck on the dresser, but less spontaneous at the same time. Usra's spread her legs to accept his cock again. She was still incredibly tight but the blockage from the initial assault was history and he was able to plumb her depths with relative ease. This time around she felt unusual stirrings in her pussy and had her first coital orgasm, crossing her legs behind his back as the waves of pleasure hit. Imran would be sore on his sides for a few days as a result.
"I hope I did not hurt you too much," Imran asked as he played with her tits and caressed her backside.
"Yes you did," she honestly replied, "but I knew all about it from a couple of my friends, who got married very recently, so decided to bear the pain till it was over!"
"I am sorry that I did not use a condom," Imran blurted out, "I don't think I am ready to be a dad just yet!"
"My mom and yours will be disappointed," Usra responded, "but I just finished my period yesterday and believe you are safe for now!"
"Well in that case let's get to know each other much better," Imran suggested flipping her over and placing a pillow under her tummy to elevate her rear.
