The First Fucking on the Wedding Night – Have You Ever Wondered…
Have you ever wondered what a bride feels when she eagerly waits for her wedding night, but her husband falls asleep making excuses about being tired? I still cannot forget that moment from the My First Fucking on the Wedding Night. That night, my pussy was itching with desire, and I was desperate to get fucked for the very first time; however, my husband used fatigue as an excuse, did nothing that night, and simply went to sleep. Deeply disappointed, I drifted off as well. But the next morning, when I woke him up with my wet hair, my husband’s passion was through the roof—and thus began the first and most memorable fuck of my life. That morning, he fucked me completely—so ruthlessly that my pussy tore and bled—and by the end of the day, he had fucked me five times. This is the unique and true story of my honeymoon night—a tale filled with the full thrill of the 69 position, cock-sucking, anal sex, and ruthless fucking. If you like wedding night stories, virgin pussy fucking, and ruthless sex stories, this tale is just for you.
Part 1: The Wedding Day and the Wedding Night Disappointment
It was my wedding day. The whole house was filled with festivity, music, crowds of relatives, and I was seated as the bride – looking like a fairy. All the rituals were complete. The seven rounds around the fire were done, the farewell time had arrived. There were tears in my eyes, a storm of emotions in my heart, and a strange excitement in my body – I was about to be alone in a room with my husband for the first time.
At that time, I was dressed as a full bride. I wore a heavy red lehenga – with golden zari work on it, which was shimmering in the light. On top, I wore a deep-neck blouse, through which the swell of my fair and full breasts was clearly visible. My hands had dark red mehndi – with my husband’s name hidden in it. Anklets were jingling on my feet, a mangalsutra around my neck, earrings in my ears, a nose ring, and a beautiful maangtika on my forehead – which enhanced my face even more. My hair was open, with garlands of flowers tied in them. My hair parting was filled with sindoor, which had now given me the status of a married woman. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was completely in love with myself. I was thinking – what will tonight be like? Will my husband like me?
After all the wedding rituals were over – when the rounds were done, when the feet were touched, when the farewell rituals were complete – finally that moment arrived. I was sent to my husband’s room with him. Some elderly women came to see us off, gave us their blessings, and then left smiling. As soon as the door closed, the room fell silent – only the sound of our breaths remained.
That room was decorated very beautifully. Red and white rose petals were scattered on the bed. Candles were burning in soft, dim light – their flames giving the room a romantic feel. The air was filled with the intoxicating fragrance of sandalwood, roses, and perfume. In one corner, there was a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Moonlight was streaming in through the window. Seeing all this, my heart started beating even faster. I was alone in a room with a man for the first time – and that too my husband. With whom I had to spend my entire life, and to whom I had to give my entire body.
I sat on the bed – right at the edge – and adjusted my veil properly. I looked at the room from behind the veil. My breaths were quickening, and my entire body was trembling – from fear, excitement, and restlessness. I was thinking, I wonder what my husband will be like? Will he treat me lovingly? Will he fuck me hard? Will it hurt a lot? I had heard from my friends that the first night hurts a lot, and there is bleeding too. Thinking about all this made me even more scared. My pussy – which had never let anything inside – was about to have a man’s cock inserted into it. Just thinking about this sent an electric current through my body.
After a while – about fifteen minutes later – the door opened. Slowly, without a sound. My husband entered. I peeked at him from behind my veil. He was tall – about five feet ten inches – fair-skinned, and his body was strong and well-built. There was light hair on his arms, and his chest was broad. He was wearing a white sherwani, and a turban was tied on his head. He looked very handsome – like a movie hero. Seeing him, my heart started beating even faster. A natural smile appeared on my lips. He closed the door from inside and slowly – step by step – came towards me.
He came and sat beside me – right next to me, touching my thigh. I could feel the warmth of his body. Slowly – very lovingly – he lifted my veil. His eyes were straight into mine. There was a deep, loving smile on his face. He looked at me – staring – as if he wanted to absorb me into himself. Then he said, “You are very beautiful. Truly – you look like no less than an angel. I am very lucky that you became my wife.” Hearing his words, I blushed and my eyes lowered. I couldn’t say anything – words were stuck in my throat. I just sat quietly, folding my hands.
He took my hands in his and asked me, “You’re not tired, are you? Today was a long day – the rounds, the rituals, everything. There’s sleepiness in your eyes.” I nodded my head gently in agreement. Truly, I was very tired. All the wedding rituals, the entire night’s wakefulness, and meeting so many relatives – all of this had completely exhausted me. My feet ached, my back ached, and my eyes were getting heavy.
My husband said – and what he said was surprising to me – “I’m also very tired today. My friends teased me a lot, I had to stand the whole day. You must be tired too, so we won’t have sex tonight. We’ll just talk and then sleep. We’ll do everything in the morning, fresh.” Hearing his words, I was surprised – and a little disappointed too. I had thought that the first night of marriage is the most romantic and full of sex. Everyone talks so much about the wedding night. But my husband wanted something else. On one hand, I felt relieved that I wouldn’t have to endure pain tonight – but on the other hand, there was a strange restlessness in my mind. My pussy was itching – a strange tickling – and I was yearning for fucking inside. I wanted him, but was too shy to say anything.
My husband then started removing all my jewellery, one by one. First, he removed my maangtika – gently, without pulling my hair. Then my earrings – first the right one, then the left. Then my necklace – unclasping it from the back. Then my bangles – one by one, stroking my hands. While removing each piece of jewellery, he would touch that part and run his fingers over my skin. Then he untied the string of my lehenga – from the back – and slowly separated that heavy lehenga from my body. The lehenga slid down and fell on the floor. Now I was only in my blouse, bra, and petticoat. He also removed my blouse – unbuttoning it from the back. Now I was left only in my bra and panty.
My fair, full, and completely smooth body was now in front of him – except for the bra and panty. My breasts – shapely and round – were trapped in my bra, and their swell was clearly visible. My nipples were protruding through the thin fabric of the bra. My fair, smooth, and plump buttocks were covered by my panty, but their shape was completely visible. And my pussy – which was hidden under the panty – had already become wet, just from thinking. My husband pulled me into his arms – a deep, warm, tight embrace – and lay down clinging to me. My back was against his chest, and my buttocks were against his stomach.
He also took off his clothes – first his sherwani, then his shirt, and then his pyjama. But he kept his underwear on. Although I noticed that his cock was fully erect inside his underwear, rising like a tall tent. I understood that he also wanted me – as much, or perhaps even more – but maybe due to tiredness, or maybe because it was my first time, he didn’t want to do anything tonight. Maybe he was tired, or maybe he didn’t want to scare me.
We kissed each other for quite a long time. His lips were very soft and warm – on my lips, on my cheeks, on my neck, and then back to my lips. His tongue opened my lips, and our tongues began to meet. We drank each other’s saliva and sucked each other’s tongues. His touch – his fingers roaming on my back, on my waist, on my buttocks – was shaking me to my core. The warmth of his hands was seeping into my skin. We started talking – about ourselves, about our families, about our dreams, and about our plans after marriage. He was asking me what food I liked, what movies I liked to watch, where I liked to travel. I was slowly becoming comfortable. But my body – my pussy – was continuously demanding in its own way. I wanted him to fuck me, but he was just talking. Slowly, my eyes started getting heavy. The heat in my body was demanding sex, my pussy was wet, and I wanted my husband to fuck me. But my husband had fallen asleep – his deep, steady breaths were coming from his sleep. What could I do? Disappointed – very disappointed – I rested my head on his shoulder and fell asleep.
Part 2: Morning Passion and the First Fucking
Morning came. The first rays of the sun were coming through the window, and the room was slowly getting brighter. When I woke up, I saw that my husband was still in a deep sleep – snoring. I thought, let’s disturb his sleep – take revenge on him for not fucking me last night. I quietly – very quietly – got up. I heard that my sister-in-law hadn’t woken up yet and the house was silent. I went to the bathroom and took a good bath with hot water. I washed my hair with shampoo, and they were still wet – water dripping from them. I applied scented soap to my body and scrubbed well, and also cleaned my pussy thoroughly. After bathing, I wore neither a bra nor a panty. I wrapped a very large, soft, and thin white towel around my body – just enough to cover my breasts. The towel came down to the middle of my buttocks, and my thighs were completely bare. I came back into the room, my wet hair swaying.
Drops of water from my wet hair were dripping onto my shoulders, my neck, and my back – cold, and absolutely delightful. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt I was looking very sexy. My wet hair, scattered on my face, my fair neck, my body wrapped in just a thin towel – I looked like a film heroine. My pussy underneath – inside the towel – had become wet, just from the thought of going to my husband.
I thought that since he had slept last night, waking him up this morning would be a lot of fun. I slowly – completely silently – went near the bed. My husband was still turning in his sleep, his eyes closed. I stood at his head and started shaking my wet hair right over his face – vigorously, playfully. Cold drops of water – one by one – started falling on his forehead, on his eyes, on his cheeks. He first stirred slightly, then turned over, then his eyes opened. As soon as he saw me shaking my hair right above his head – and felt the drops of water on his face – he was startled and sat up abruptly. His sleep was completely broken.
As soon as he sat up, he made a quick attempt to grab me – catching my wrist. Laughing – and shouting – I pulled back, trying to free my wrist. In this commotion – due to running around and jerking – the towel wrapped around my body loosened, then opened, and then – in one jerk – fell down. I was standing completely naked in front of my husband. My breasts were exposed – fair, large, soft, and their nipples had become hard from the cold air and excitement. My fair, smooth, and full buttocks were clearly visible, and my pussy – pink, smooth, and already wet – was completely open in front of him.
My husband was also completely naked now. Last night, he had not taken off his underwear and had slept – but by morning, that underwear was also gone. Maybe he had taken it off in his sleep during the night, because it had become too tight due to his erect cock. His cock – which I had only seen inside his underwear last night – was now completely naked and standing fully erect like an iron rod. His cock was very long and thick – about 7 to 8 inches – and its color was slightly dusky. Thick veins were bulging on it – looking bluish. The tip – the glans of the cock – was red and shiny, and there were a few drops of pre-cum glistening on it – transparent and sticky.
When my eyes fell directly on that huge, erect, hard cock – my throat went dry. There was no water in my mouth, and my entire face turned red with fear. I started thinking – not even a finger had ever gone inside my pussy, I had never let anyone in. Such a big, thick cock – how would I take it? This thought – that fear – as soon as it entered my mind, I became terrified. My entire body started trembling – my hands were shaking, my legs were shaking, and my lips were quivering. I wanted to run away from there – to hide in the bathroom – but my feet seemed frozen. I couldn’t move, standing there like a statue of fear.
Just then my husband – understanding that I was scared – got up and came to me. One step, two steps, three steps – and he stood right in front of me. He took me into his strong, broad, warm arms – tightly, very tightly – as if I were his life. My bare breasts pressed against his bare chest. My nipples were rubbing against the hair on his chest. Then he started kissing me – first on my forehead, very lovingly. Then on both my cheeks – left, right, left. Then on my neck – with light pressure, moving his lips in circles. And then – finally – on my lips. Today – that morning – this was the first time a man had touched my body in such a sexy way – so deeply, with so much lust, and so much love. He pressed his lips to mine, and then he inserted his tongue into my mouth – deep, warm, and intoxicating. Last night he had kissed me, but at that time I hadn’t seen his cock, nor was I completely naked. Today – everything was different. Today – we were both completely naked in front of each other – exactly the way we were born. There was no curtain between us – no clothes, no shame, no hesitation. Just two bodies – yearning to merge into each other.
I started thinking – last night my husband had not taken off his underwear and had slept, so how was his cock naked in the morning? This clearly meant that my husband had already – in his mind – made a full plan to fuck me early in the morning. Maybe he had taken off his underwear in his sleep, or maybe he had taken it off while I was bathing. This seemed a little strange to me – that he had slept at night, and now he was so full of passion – and it also felt very good.
For about five minutes – I was counting – after kissing me deeply, after sucking my tongue, after pressing my lips between his – my husband now focused all his attention on my breasts. With one hand – his left hand – he started squeezing my left breast hard – pressing, kneading – and he took my right breast into his warm, wet, soft mouth and started sucking it. His warm and wet tongue was making circles around my nipple – first clockwise, then counterclockwise. And then he was biting my nipple lightly – very lightly – with his teeth, and then he was pulling it between his lips and sucking. His actions made me feel a strange intoxication – my eyes closed, and I began to lose myself completely. He was squeezing, sucking, and pressing my breasts – alternately – one in his mouth, one in his hand. This made ants start crawling in my pussy – as if something was jumping inside – and my pussy became completely wet – overflowing. I can say that at that moment, juice was dripping from my pussy, flowing down my thighs.
This – sucking and pressing my breasts – continued for some time. I was letting my husband suck my breasts – I had become completely crazy for him. I entwined my fingers in his hair and pressed his head harder against my breasts – as if I wanted him to eat me. He was also enjoying sucking and pulling my nipples between his lips. He would pull my nipple tightly with his lips, stretch it long, then release it slowly – and then he would kiss my lips, as if feeding me the nectar of my own breasts. This game of his – from lips to nipples, and back to lips – was driving me crazy.
Slowly – very slowly, rubbing his hands on my back – my husband moved his hand near my buttocks – my ass. He grabbed my round, firm, and soft buttocks in both his palms – like watermelons – and then, while squeezing them, he started pulling me against his cock. Now his thick, warm, and hard cock – which was standing like an iron rod – was repeatedly hitting my pussy. The tip of his cock was touching my pussy lips, rubbing against my clitoris, and the whole cock was sliding over my stomach and thighs. I was feeling a strange kind of pleasure – of bliss. I was going crazy inside. I was just thinking in my mind – that somehow this cock should enter my pussy, quench this restlessness, this fire.
But just then – when I was lost in my own fantasies – my husband changed his strategy. He spread my buttocks apart with both hands – separated them – and placed one finger (the middle finger) of one hand on the opening of my asshole. There was no oil or cream, just the slight moisture of his finger. He slowly – but firmly – tried to insert his finger into my asshole. I immediately jerked – a loud, sharp scream escaped my mouth – “Aahhh – what are you doing – why there – it hurts!” I tried to free myself from my husband – pushing him with my hands, pulling my body back – but he was quite strong, and I couldn’t. His finger had penetrated half an inch into my asshole. He slowly started moving it in and out – scraping. My husband whispered in my ear – softly, but warmly – “Relax your asshole. The more you tense up, the more it will hurt. Relax, loosen up.” Scared – very scared – I obeyed him. I relaxed all the muscles around my asshole – like when you’ve been holding urine and then let go. His whole finger – thick, warm, wet – easily slipped inside my asshole. The first feeling was strange – like some foreign object had entered that part of my body where nothing had ever gone. But after that – when he started moving his finger – I began to enjoy it. The feeling of the finger in my asshole – very strange and new, but at the same time very exciting. I was digging my nails into his shoulders, taking soft sighs.
Meanwhile – his finger was inside my asshole – my husband kept kissing me continuously – my lips, my cheeks, my neck, my shoulders. He sucked and pressed my breasts again. He stroked my pussy with his erect, hard, warm cock and took its wetness. And with his finger, he kept scraping and stretching the opening of my asshole. All of this together had completely heated me up. I was now a burning ember. My pussy – once again – started flowing. My pussy juice – warm, sticky, slightly watery – started flowing down my thighs and began wetting the white bedsheet. A large wet stain had formed there.
Now my husband, without wasting any more time – pulled me onto the bed, and positioned his body over mine so that we were in the 69 position. I had only ever seen this position in porn before. I was on top – on top of him – my face towards his feet, and his face towards my feet. My mouth was directly in front of his cock – barely an inch away – and my pussy was directly above his mouth, very close to his lips. He grabbed my buttocks with his hands and pressed my pussy against his mouth. Then he held my head – putting his hand in my hair – and forcefully shoved his entire cock – the tip – into my mouth. I tried to keep my mouth closed, and tried to pull my head back, but his grip was very strong. He pushed it in. I started trying to avoid his cock with my mouth – but on the other side – he opened my legs – wide – and spreading my pussy lips with his two fingers, he placed his tongue on it – and then started licking my pussy hard. Above – his grip on my head – below – his tongue on my pussy.
I felt very strange – because there was a man’s cock in my mouth – for the first time – and at the same time, my pussy was being licked by the same man’s tongue. This feeling was very contradictory – good and bad, acceptable and unpleasant, fun and disgusting – all at once. Getting my pussy licked by my husband – with his warm, soft, and agile tongue – was very enjoyable, but sucking the cock – its taste, its texture, its warmth – felt bad and disgusting. I had never thought that I would take someone’s cock in my mouth – it was unthinkable for me. But my husband was licking my pussy so well, so passionately, so diligently – his tongue touching every sensitive part – that I couldn’t even refuse him. I just wanted to keep my head positioned so that his cock wouldn’t go down my throat.
But he didn’t stop. He made his tongue on my pussy even faster – now he was sucking my pussy lips, pressing my clitoris, and inserting his tongue deep inside my pussy. This feeling was so wonderful that all other thoughts vanished from my mind. I forgot that his cock was in my mouth. And after a while – I came again – the third time that morning. My pussy released another powerful gush of fluid – hot, a lot of it – onto his mouth and face. He drank all my juice with great relish. At the same time – in my mouth – a fountain of fluid also came from my husband’s cock. Thick, white, hot, sticky semen – filled my mouth. For the first time – in my mouth – a man’s cock fluid had gone. I was stunned – my eyes wide open. A salty, sticky, and thick taste filled my mouth – like raw egg, but even thicker and weirder. I felt like vomiting. I forcefully emptied my mouth and spat out all his semen – all at once – onto the bed. Even after spitting, that taste remained in my mouth – salty, slightly bitter. My face was filled with disgust, I panicked, and tears came to my eyes. I felt very bad – I wanted to run away from there.
My husband immediately handled me – understood that I was feeling nauseous. He picked up the water bottle kept near the bed, opened it, and started giving me water. He said, “It’s the first time, don’t panic. Go to the bathroom and rinse your mouth – properly. It’ll be fine. This happens to everyone the first time. Gradually you’ll get used to it, and then you’ll start enjoying it too.” Trembling – like a biscuit crumb – I hurriedly went to the bathroom. I washed my mouth thoroughly with soap, rinsed many times – five or six times – only then did my mind calm down a little. The taste was slowly fading. Then I drank some cold water. I looked at my face in the mirror – it had become red, with traces of tears. After a while, I came back to the room. My husband took me into his arms – with both hands – and lovingly pressed me against his chest. He was stroking my hair, patting my back gently, and kissing my forehead repeatedly. His love gave me comfort. In a little while – just a few minutes – I became normal again, and was completely fine.
Now my husband asked me to suck his cock again – so that his cock – which had become a little soft (because he had already cum) – would become hard and erect again. He told me, “Now your pussy is about to be torn – my cock needs to be ready for that. Suck it a little – lovingly.” I was still a little hesitant, but still I went near his cock reluctantly – scared. I took it in my hand – its warmth, its weight, its hardness – and then, scared, I touched it with my lips, then kissed it, and then started sucking. But this time – something different happened. In just a short while – maybe a minute or two – I started enjoying sucking the cock immensely. All that disgust, all that hesitation – vanished like air. I was now sucking his cock with great relish, great love, and great passion. I was licking the tip of his cock with my tongue – in circles – around it, deep into it. I was taking it between my lips and sucking hard – as if it were candy. I was trying to take his entire 8-inch cock into my small mouth – and it was going down to my throat and getting stuck. I was coughing slightly – but I didn’t stop. Continuously – for about five minutes – of cock sucking – his cock became fully hard again. It was again – as if by magic – like an iron rod – erect, standing, and vibrant.
Part 3: First Time Cock Entered – Pussy Tore, Blood Came
Now – it was time for my pussy to be torn. That same pussy – which was being fucked for the first time, which was still a virgin. I, out of fear – very great fear – tensed my entire body tightly, as if a snake had coiled around me. My husband saw my fear – it was clearly reflected in my eyes. He lovingly – gently – took me in his hands and began to reassure me, “Don’t be afraid, my dear. You are my wife, I am your husband. This is my first time with you, my first sex with you. I won’t give you pain – or very little. Just a little – just a tiny bit – of pain – like a pinprick. But then – after that – you’ll enjoy it a lot. So much that you’ll remember it all your life. Trust me.” There was so much love in his voice, so much trust, and so much warmth – that I looked at him, scared, and nodded my head gently.
He lifted both my legs – my fair, bare, smooth thighs – and placed them on his broad shoulders. Now my legs were in the air – on his shoulders – and my entire pussy – my pink, wet, hairless, full pussy – was completely horizontally open in front of him, completely, like a blooming rose. It was wet – very wet – like a lake. Its lips were thick and protruding, and between them, my small clitoris was glistening. Every fold – every layer – was clearly visible. My husband looked at it for a few moments – stared – admiring its beauty. There was a wonderful smile on his face. Then – he took his cock in his hands, straightened it, and placed its shiny, juicy tip exactly at the opening of my pussy – exactly against it. It opened one of my wet lips.
Before I could think or say anything – my husband gave a powerful – very powerful – thrust with his hips. In a single thrust – half of his cock – about 4 inches – tearing through my virgin, tight, untouched pussy – entered inside. I was in a terrible state. There was such sharp, unbearable, burning pain in my pussy – as if someone had stabbed a knife – that tears immediately came to my eyes – hot, plentiful, fast. I started screaming loudly – “Aahhhhhh – I’m dying – Mom – stop – take it out – it hurts a lot – stop please!” – and I started crying – sobbing, weeping profusely. But my husband – at that moment – didn’t listen to me. He was completely in the passion of fucking. He stuffed a corner of the bedsheet – a clean sheet – into my mouth to stop my screams from going outside and being heard. I started making muffled sounds, and started thrashing my limbs uselessly – but I couldn’t do anything. He was much stronger than me, and I was completely under his control.
At that time – that morning – my husband was possessed by the full spirit of fucking. He just wanted to fuck. Without thinking, he put all his strength – and delivered another powerful thrust. A second thrust – which was even stronger than the first, even deeper. This time – his entire 8-inch long and thick cock – the biggest so far – had gone completely into my pussy – from tip to root – completely, completely, completely. All of it was inside. I felt as if someone had inserted a hot, red, iron rod – burning – into my pussy. Every fibre of my pussy – every nerve – was burning. From my pussy – along with the pain – blood started dripping – first a few drops, then a light trickle – and that blood fell on the white bedsheet – red, round, small spots started appearing on the sheet. I was crying – but now I couldn’t scream loudly, because my mouth was closed. I was completely helpless – my hands were clutching the bedsheet, my legs were trembling on his shoulders – and I was just at my husband’s mercy. I was begging for his mercy – but was he going to listen? No.
On the other hand – my husband, with his wrestler-like body, strong physique, young and sturdy – who had also gotten a real pussy for the first time – was vigorously, completely, ruthlessly fucking that milky-chocolate pussy. He was fucking me like a wild bull – without any mercy or compassion. His thrusts were so powerful and fast that the entire bed was shaking – its legs were sliding on the floor. The room was echoing only with the wet, slapping sounds of our fucking – like someone throwing wet clothes. His cock was tearing through my tight, small, virgin pussy, and I – I was moaning in pain, in agony.
But within a few minutes – about four or five minutes – I slowly started becoming normal. Slowly – not all at once – my pussy started getting used to the size of his cock, its thickness, its length. The pain started decreasing – first a little, then a little more, then more. And in place of the pain – a strange, new, exciting, mysterious – pleasure and enjoyment started coming. A feeling – like the first rain on dry, empty, thirsty land. I completely relaxed my entire body – which had been tensed, stiff, and tight. I relaxed all my muscles, and lay down comfortably – spreading my body on the bed. I was now taking every one of his thrusts – without resistance. And then – in just a few moments – I quickly – very quickly – one after another – came. My pussy – for almost the first time – released a long, hot, plentiful – fluid – onto his cock. I lay down completely lifeless – panting, trembling, and just moaning softly.
But my husband – he still didn’t stop. Not at all. He had put his full weight on me, and he kept fucking me continuously, without stopping, without tiring. His speed had now become even faster. His thrusts had become deeper. His face was very close to mine – his sweat was dripping on me. His breath was falling on my neck. After fucking me vigorously for quite a long time – at least another ten minutes – finally my husband let out a long, deep, and very powerful groan – and inside my pussy – deep inside – completely – came. His hot-hot – like heated milk – white, thick, plentiful semen – fell on the walls of my pussy, and I felt its warmth deep in my pussy. His entire cock was inside my pussy – contracting and pulsating.
Then he took me with him – holding my hand – to the bathroom. I was still limping from the pain. He cleaned my pussy thoroughly with lukewarm water – with his hands – lovingly – and also wiped the sacred blood of my pussy from his cock. I was still – from the pain – moaning, and both my legs – in different directions – were trembling. I couldn’t even walk properly – I was staggering. The opening of my pussy had become open – now it wouldn’t close.
Then my husband picked up his phone – in front of me – and took a clear photo of my bare, red, swollen, bloodstained pussy – and with great pride and love – showed it to me. He said, “Look – nothing happened. It’s perfectly fine. Look – how beautiful your pussy is. Now you are completely mine.” When I looked at the photo carefully – my pussy was completely swollen – purple-red. The opening of my pussy – which was earlier as small as a point – had become completely open – almond-shaped – and everything inside – pink, smooth walls – was clearly visible, like a tube. The lips of my pussy – were very swollen – protruding outward – and there were light red marks of blood on them. Seeing all this, I felt great pity for my pussy – but at the same time, a strange – satisfaction – was also there. I was now – finally – completely his wife. My virginity – my virginity – was now just a memory.
Part 4: Five Times All Day – Asshole Also Fucked
But all this – just once – was not enough. It was not stopping for me – my pussy had been torn – my legs were trembling – but my husband’s passion – his lust – had still not subsided. That entire day – including the night and morning – in just 24 hours – my husband fucked me five times. Five times. Four times in the pussy, and once – later – he also fucked my asshole. When he first applied oil to his cock and inserted it into the delicate, small opening of my asshole – I felt like my life would leave me. My asshole was tearing – and I was screaming – crying – but he didn’t stop. Once again – he put the corner of the bedsheet in my mouth. But slowly – very slowly – I started enjoying that too. The feeling of the asshole – was completely different – entirely different from the pussy. Tighter, and hotter. With each fucking – my pain decreased, and my pleasure increased. I was now – without any hesitation – sucking his cock – and swallowing his semen – with great relish. I was riding on top of him, and I was also letting him fuck my asshole. By evening – until sunset – I was completely exhausted – there was pain in my bones – and both my pussy and my asshole – both – were swollen and red. But on my face – along with the pain – there was a strange satisfaction and deep happiness. Lying with my head on his chest – on his round, muscular chest – I was thinking – even though nothing happened on the wedding night, the morning – that one morning – made up for everything. Five times – he fucked vigorously – and I got myself thoroughly fucked.
So this was my wedding night – and the morning after – a unique, strange, painful, yet true story – where my husband did nothing at night, but as soon as morning came – he completely – like a storm – fucked me. That night’s deep disappointment and that morning’s indomitable, boundless, ruthless passion together – taught me the real pleasure of fucking for the first time – its true meaning. My husband laid me in the 69 position, licked my pussy, and released semen in my mouth. The first time I felt a lot of disgust – I spat it all out. But the second time – I started enjoying sucking the cock – tasting it – immensely. Then he lifted my legs – placed them on his broad shoulders – inserted his thick, long, hard – 8-inch – cock into my pussy and fucked me – a virgin girl – ruthlessly – hard. My pussy – instantly – tore – and blood came out of it. That entire day – from morning to evening – he fuck me five times – and once he even fucked my asshole – for the first time. By the end of that day – I was completely – bone-tired – exhausted. But on my face – despite the tiredness – there was a wonderful, deep, and calm – satisfaction. A satisfaction that only a wife feels – when her husband is completely fulfilled. I hope you enjoyed my true and exciting story of the first fucking.