Fucked like a mare on the wedding night – This is the story of Payal, who completely surrendered herself to her husband on the first night of her wedding night. That night, she handed over her pussy and ass to her husband, and he fucked her hard, turning her into a mare, so brutally that her pussy got torn and blood came out. In this story of sex in mare on the wedding night, you will read how the husband first kissed Payal, sucked her breasts, then licked her pussy in 69 position, and then fucked her hard three times in mare. If you also want to read an explosive and true sex story like sex by making a mare on the wedding night, then this story is only for you.
Part 1: Wedding day and wedding night preparation
My name is Payal and I am a 28 year old housewife. Today I am going to share with you the true story of fucking a mare on my wedding night. Often girls think that the first night will be very painful or it will be romantic with candles like in the movies, but the reality is quite different and much hotter than both of these. There are some moments in everyone’s life which become memorable forever. That story of the first night of my marriage thrills me even today and whenever I remember that night with my husband, every fiber of my being becomes happy and my pussy automatically starts getting wet. And the most important thing – that night my husband fucked me in a mare pose, and that too three times. This story is for every bride who wants to remember her wedding night or wants to know what the first night is really like. There is a lot of difference between the wedding night shown in films and the wedding night in real life. So come, without any hesitation and shame, let’s read the hot, candid and completely true story of my first wedding night.
It was my wedding day. The entire house was filled with relatives and friends. There was sound of drums, sweet tune of Shehnai, and an atmosphere of happiness everywhere. I left my house fully dressed in my lehenga and came to my husband’s house. Like every bride, I too was fully dressed – a heavy red lehenga, a tight blouse with golden zari, deep henna on my hands, glittering anklets on my feet, shining vermillion in my hair, and a slight blush of shame on my face. I was sure that if anyone had seen me at that time, he would have been crazy about me. I was flaunting myself looking in the mirror. The glow of the red lehenga was adding even more beauty to my fair face.
The size of my boobs was 32, which was clearly visible in the tight blouse of my lehenga. The bulge of my breasts was so attractive that anyone’s penis could become erect. After all, men are thirsty for these juicy mangoes, which by taking them in their mouth can excite any woman in a moment. I was smiling looking at my bulges and wondering what my husband would say on seeing them tonight and how he would take them in his mouth and suck them. My waist was thin and my hips were wide, which made my ass look round and thick. My in-laws had decorated our bedroom beautifully—roses everywhere, dim lights, and a very romantic atmosphere.
After all the wedding rituals were over, I was shown to my room. It was our bedroom—beautifully decorated, red rose petals were scattered on the bed, and the whole room was radiating a different magic in the soft yellow light. I went to my room. I was completely alone in the room. There were sounds of laughter and laughter of the guests from outside, but there was silence inside—just me and my pounding heartbeat. I stood in front of the mirror there and started looking at myself. Looking at myself, I felt proud of myself. My fair skin, my thick hair, my full lips—everything was waiting for the beginning of my new life. I was really very beautiful and looked like an angel.
Then I moved away from the mirror and sat on my bed. My heart was beating loudly. I don’t know when the door will open and my husband will come inside. I covered my veil properly and remained sitting with my head bowed. My hands were getting cold and various thoughts were coming to my mind. Will he treat me lovingly? Will I be in a lot of pain? Will everything be okay? There was a flurry of questions in my mind. I was gathering my lehenga again and again and trying to control my breathing. There was a strange energy in my body—both fear and curiosity.
After some time the door latch opened and they came inside. My breathing became faster. The sound of his feet was moving towards me. He slowly came near me and started lifting my veil with his warm hands. When his fingers touched my veil, an electric current ran through my entire body. I turned red with embarrassment and looked down. Well, to be honest, I was really feeling quite shy. This was the first time that a man had come so close to me, and that too my husband—to whom I had to hand over my entire body, the moisture of my pussy to him. He sensed my shyness and said smiling lovingly, “We are now husband and wife. We both have to support each other, understand each other. If you feel so shy, how will you do it in the future?” There was a familiarity, a comfort in his words which reduced my nervousness a bit. His voice was deep and his smile was very sweet. I slowly raised my eyes and looked at his face – he was very handsome.
Part 2: First touch and physical union
Without saying anything else he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards his broad chest. I was completely trapped in his strong grip. His lips came very close to my lips. I started feeling his hot breath on my cheeks. I could feel the heat of his body on my skin—he was so close. My heart started beating even faster. Then suddenly he started kissing my lips. I was frightened. This was the first kiss of my life. I shyly pushed him back and said, “Your glass of milk is kept, drink it. I will change.” I quickly got up and went near the mirror. This was an excuse to control myself. He moved away, but was looking at me as if he was saying – “I will just drink the milk and come back, then how will you be saved!” Those eyes of his filled my entire body with a strange warmth. I also started feeling a tingling sensation in my body. Even a man’s touch makes a woman restless.
I went in front of the mirror and started removing my jewellery. One by one I removed all my jewellery—earrings, necklace, maang tikka, nose ring. But she kept wearing the same clothes. Only the bracelets were left in my hands. My dupatta was lying on the bed and the smell of gajra was in my hair. My hair was still tied. The blouse of my lehenga was tight on the bulge of my breasts and I was trying to remove the last bangle with my hand. Then I heard someone coming from behind. Before I could understand anything, he came from behind and took me in his strong arms. My back pressed against his chest and his arms were around my waist.
His touch was so warm and safe that I melted in an instant. He started kissing my neck with his wet lips and my eyes would automatically close at the touch of his lips. I tried hard to control myself, but then his repeated kisses started making me hot inside. I surrendered myself completely to him. Now his hands came on my breasts from behind and while kissing my neck, he started pressing my breasts over my blouse. All five fingers of his hand were circling my breasts from all sides and squeezing them hard. His hands had taken hold of both the breasts and behind me, at the buttocks area on my lehenga, the penis part of his thighs was touching me.
I could clearly feel the warmth and hardness of his penis on my soft ass. It felt as if a hot iron rod had been placed behind me. A strange itching and wetness had started in my pussy. My panties had become wet—even without touching them, just by being close to them. His lips were giving soft kisses on my neck and every kiss was like throwing flowers of love on my body which would shake me deep inside. For some time, he kept holding me tightly in his arms and making me feel the tension of his penis on my buttocks and kept squeezing my breasts hard as if they were cotton balls. His hands were caressing my soft stomach and thin waist again and again. My entire body was burning with his touch. I wanted him to hold me tightly in his arms and never leave me.
Then the grip of his hands was removed from my breasts and his hands went back to my back. I felt the hooks of my blouse opening. One by one each hook was opening and my breathing was stopping. There were three hooks—they opened one by one. With each opening of the hook, my heart was beating faster. I realized that the time had come for the bride to become naked. This feeling was the first time that someone had got the moral right to take off my clothes. Being naked in the hands of your husband has its own comfort and thrill. I was living the same pleasant feeling. He completely unzipped the blouse from behind me and slowly removed it from my shoulders. Now I was in front of him only in bra. My fair back and my round shoulders were in front of his eyes. I couldn’t even raise my eyes and look into his eyes. My youth, captured in my bra, seemed to be saying that she should not be completely stripped yet, this thrill should be allowed to continue for some more time. It was quite arousing for me to stand in front of my husband in a bra.
He turned me towards him and stared at the deep valley of my breasts with lustful eyes. Only one word came out from his open lips – “Ahhh!” I also knew the rest of the words behind this one word of hers – “Ahhh… what nice soft boobs they are!” He said no, but his eyes were leaving no stone unturned in saying it. I knew how attractive my breasts were. Even before marriage, my breasts remained the center of attraction for men. Many times I felt proud of myself that I was like a flower attracting the attention of the whirlwinds. My nipples were pink and already hard with excitement, erect on their own.
I was lost in these thoughts when my husband suddenly inserted his face into the valley of my breasts. He started moving his entire face in my boobs. His nose, his lips, his chin—everything was moving over my soft and tender breasts. I could feel them on my face and my body. His hot breath was falling on the upper part of my boobs and was creating a different excitement in me. I was also enjoying his being crazy about my body like this. I wanted him to keep doing it like this, keep loving me, keep touching every inch of my body, keep sucking.
Then he placed his lips on my lips and started sucking them vigorously. Now I too did not make any ostentation and opened my lips completely in his service. I started supporting him. My tongue started playing with his tongue, and our mouths were entering each other, drinking each other’s spit. He held my buttocks and pulled me towards him and started sucking my lips vigorously. It seemed as if he was about to insert his penis into my pussy over my lehenga. The thrusts of his penis had already started hitting between my thighs – touching the lips of my pussy even through the fabric of my lehenga. I was also clearly feeling his manly enthusiasm and was also satisfied that there was no lack in his enthusiasm.
While sucking my lips, his hands went to the navel of my lehenga. His fingers found the string and untied it with a jerk. After a few moments my lehenga became loose from my waist. By the time I could recover, he had slipped down my legs and reached my feet. He left it lying there and started driving me away from there while sucking me. His lips still did not move away from mine and I was being pushed towards the bed with him. The anklets were tinkling on my feet, the bangles were tinkling in my hands. When the bed came ahead while walking, I stopped, but my husband was climbing on top of me and suddenly he fell on the bed with me. Rose petals scattered all around.
Part 3: Extreme of excitement and first fuck
Now when my eager man was on top of me and his entire body was on my body, I also opened my arms and started caressing his body with my hands. His back, his shoulders, his arms—I was touching and feeling everything. I was immersing myself in his warmth. Now the fire of lust started burning inside me too and my husband’s sherwani and his pajama started feeling between our bodies. Now I wanted him to take off his clothes and then lie down on my naked body and kiss me. I wanted the warmth of his hot body on my skin—without any clothes, close to his bare chest.
I didn’t have to wait long for that moment. He stood up and started opening the buttons of his sherwani. Now my fair body was left only in bra and panty which was lying on the bed in front of him. My long fair thighs, my thin waist, my flat stomach—everything was in front of his eyes. The rose petals on the bed were sticking to my body. He took off his sherwani and threw it aside. Then he also removed his vest and became completely naked from the chest. The sight of his broad chest and strong arms made my pussy even wetter—I wanted to feel them on my naked body. I was a little shy because I was lying in front of him only in bra and panty, but I used to look up from time to time and look at him. I could clearly see his penis erect on one side through his pajama. He stood like a solid mountain, holding his clothes up.
Then he started opening the knot of the pajama and took it out and put it aside. Now he was only in his underwear. His underwear had wet spots on the head of his penis. He was drenched with pre-cum—he was already leaking, so intense was his excitement. He looked at me and I looked down in shame. Let me tell you that my body is a bit full – my boobs are 32, my waist is 30 inches, my hips are 36 inches – like a perfect hourglass shape. Seeing my full body, he jumped on me and started pressing my boobs hard over my bra. The grip of his hands was very strong.
Now his enthusiasm had increased a lot. It seemed as if milk would be extracted from the breasts by pressing them. I was feeling pain and also having intense pleasure. In pressing the breasts hard, along with the pain, the pleasure also doubles. I was moaning under him and my body was in pain. My eyes were closed, and I was feeling every touch—electricity running through my entire body.
Then he also pulled my bra upwards and removed it – with one stroke, perhaps the hook at the back broke – and took both my boobs in his hands and started sucking them one by one. His mouth was on one of my nipples and his hand was massaging the other nipple. His tongue was moving in circles on my nipple, then he was pressing it between his lips and sucking it—vigorously, thirstily. To tell you the truth, my eyes automatically closed due to joy. I also started moving my hands around his waist and his hair out of pleasure. I could clearly feel his penis hitting me on my panty – its hardness was pricking my thighs even through the clothes. He was rubbing his cock right on my pussy and I was going crazy. Now I wanted him to remove my panty also and directly touch my naked pussy, lick it, insert his penis in it.
Now one of his hands went down and pulled my panty and slid it till my thighs. His mouth was still on my breasts. Then he removed my panty completely from my legs and threw it aside. Now I was completely naked—completely naked, without any clothes. For the first time, my pussy was completely exposed to a man. Then once again he came towards my lips. Started sucking my lips vigorously. Now I also started sucking his lips with full enthusiasm. My excitement had also increased a lot. Our tongues were fighting with each other – this war of tongues was very sweet. After sucking my lips, he moved towards my neck and started kissing it – top to bottom, bottom to top.
Then, while kissing my breasts, he passed through my stomach and navel and reached my pussy. He gave a lovely kiss on my pussy – slowly, very politely. I shuddered and started squeezing my thighs. But he held my thighs with both his hands and spread them forcefully – wide, very wide. My pussy could no longer hide itself from him. He was shamelessly staring at my pussy, looking at it, and I was crying with shame. My pussy was completely wet and every fold of it was clearly visible. The pussy lips were thick and pink, torn down the middle, and a shiny stream of water was flowing from between them, dripping onto my thighs.
Then he took out his tongue and started waving it on my pussy like a snake. He would repeatedly touch my pussy lips with his tongue and then remove it – as if someone was pricking the penis. I started going crazy. His teasing was tormenting me deeply. My pussy was completely empty, it wanted to be filled with something. Then he put his entire tongue inside my pussy and started sucking it like crazy. His tongue was moving on the walls of my pussy—in circles, back and forth, in and out. He pressed my clitoris between his lips and sucked it. Now I started moaning loudly and my sighs became very hot – “Umm… Ahhh… Aahh… Sss… Ahhh… Amm… Wait… No… Do more… Aahhh…” While doing this, I was somehow trying to stop myself. But my husband seemed bent on taking my life. He made my pussy completely wet by licking it and inserted his tongue deep inside it – as deep as he could. Very loud sighs were coming out of my mouth. Because of the sensuality, my chest and my stomach were moving up and down vigorously, as if someone was breathing inside me.
Then he asked me to become a mare. There was an order in her voice—an order from her husband. I immediately took my position on the bed on my knees and hands. My ass was in the air—round, smooth, and slightly raised—and my pussy was wide open from behind, wet and glistening. He started licking my ass and my pussy from behind. His tongue was going from my ass hole to my pussy—again and again, in and out. You can imagine how fun and embarrassing such a feeling would be. Now I had sent all my shyness to get oil. I also wanted to get completely immersed in his sexual intercourse. Because of the pleasure, I hugged the pillow of the bed to my chest and raised my ass even higher – as high as I could. I kept getting my pussy and my ass hole licked and just kept moaning. I wanted him to lick my pussy deeper, go deeper, and drive me crazy.
Then he made me lie down straight. Now he pulled down his underwear and I saw his cum drenched penis for the first time. His penis was of average length—about 6 to 7 inches—but quite thick, like a battery cell. His complexion was a little darker, but it matched perfectly with his body colour. Its thick veins were bulging—the flow of blood through them was clearly visible—and the upper glans was red, shiny, and drops of water were shining on it. Picking up the oil bottle lying nearby, he applied oil thoroughly on his penis—from top to bottom, every inch. Then he came near me keeping the bottle and climbed on top of me. He placed the head of his penis on the hole of my pussy and started rubbing it up and down. His hot and smooth glans was tearing the slits of my pussy, separating my pussy lips. I was now completely horny. I also eagerly wanted him to insert his penis into my pussy. I started welcoming his penis by raising my waist and raising my hips up and down.
Then he lay down completely on top of me—his chest pressed against my breasts—and slowly inserted his penis into my pussy. My pussy was wet for so long and he had applied oil on his penis too, so in the very first shot his entire penis slipped and slid into my pussy till its root. All at once—all the way in. I felt severe pain and discomfort for a moment. It felt as if someone had inserted a hard and hot iron rod into the pussy! My eyes watered – tears came out. But my pussy was also thirsty for cock. I was waiting for this moment for a long time. He inserted the penis inside and put his tongue on my lips and started sucking me and I slowly became happy. He placed his penis in my pussy and sucked my lips. My tongue got stuck in her lips. A layer of pleasure started appearing in my pain. I clung to him completely out of joy, because for the first time in my life I had got such pleasure – a man’s penis inside my pussy. My pussy muscles were gripping his thick penis and I was feeling shocks with every thrust.
He started fucking my pussy—slowly, but with deep thrusts—and I, clinging to him, started getting fucked. His penis was slowly moving in and out of my pussy and with every thrust I started enjoying a lot. The real heaven had been found—the heaven that I had heard about, that I had imagined, was in front of me today. But this joy was short-lived. Not even two minutes had passed since my husband started pushing into my pussy and he ejaculated. He groaned and said, “Aahhh… Payal… I am… ready…” and his hot, thick, white semen came out into my pussy – once, twice, thrice. Warmth spread inside me. He collapsed on top of me, panting. I also kissed her lovingly on her forehead and lay down like that. We both remained stuck to each other like this. The fire in my pussy was still the same – it was not extinguished – rather it had flared up further. I didn’t want to be separated from them. I wanted more fucking, more hard fucking, more brutal fucking. I wanted him to fuck me all night long, till morning.
Part 4: Overnight Fucking and Orgasm
After about fifteen-twenty minutes—when we gave each other some rest, caressed each other’s bodies—his penis again became erect inside my wet pussy. I felt him inside me—he was getting hard again, filling up again. He asked me to suck him. It was my first night and all this seemed very strange and dirty to me, but still I agreed to his request. I held his penis in my hand—its warmth, its hardness, its thickness—and took it into my mouth and started sucking it. A strange – but intoxicating – smell of my pussy water and his semen was coming from it. The smell was salty, but it also felt very good. It was my pussy and my penis stained with my semen, which I sucked a lot – lovingly and passionately. I was licking the tip of his penis with my tongue—in circular motions—and sucking it in my lips. I was also caressing his testicles—gently with my fingers—and he was holding my hair, encouraging me to go deeper.
Then he turned me into a mare once again. I was on all fours again, my ass in the air. He held my waist firmly from behind—with both hands—and inserted his now fully erect penis into my pussy—in one stroke, deeply. Now he held my waist and started pushing very fast. I was moving back and forth, my hair was mussed, my breasts were hanging and shaking violently with every thrust. His testicles were hitting my ass hard—with a popping sound. The sound of slaps on the buttocks was echoing in the entire room. I started having a lot of fun and was also feeling a little pain—but the pain was pleasant. Then gradually I reached my climax and my pussy released all its fluid—hot, abundant, sticky—on his penis. By the time I was discharged, I lay flat on my stomach on the bed, panting. But he did not stop. He kept pushing faster and faster – his speed had increased further. I asked him to stop, “Stop… please… I am in pain… tired…”, but he did not stop and while enjoying my waist and my buttocks, he again filled my pussy with all his semen – a huge amount. I felt his warmth reaching my uterus. Filling my pussy with his hot semen gave me a different kind of relief – a completeness, a satisfaction.
For a while we were separated again—a little apart, but still close. I was exhausted, but my body and my pussy still wanted more. The fire inside me was still not extinguished. After a while he again asked me to suck his penis. This time I had to suck his penis for fifteen-twenty minutes—well, deeply, lovingly—only then he became fully erect. I had his penis in my mouth, sucking it, licking its glans with my tongue, and then taking it deeper. He again made me lie straight and inserted his penis in my pussy and lifted my legs and placed them on my shoulders. In this position—legs on shoulders—my pussy was completely open, completely horizontal, and his cock was going very deep—as far as it could. I felt as if his penis had entered my stomach, reaching my navel. He started fucking very fast – almost like crazy. I was completely tired, but his enthusiasm was not showing any signs of diminishing. This time he kept fucking me in the same position for a long time—out of the box, hard, deep.
Then he got tired and lay down and asked me to come on top of him. I was tired, yet I went over them—using all my strength. I sat on top of him, set my pussy on his cock, and then started riding. I started slamming my pussy rapidly on his erect penis—up-down, up-down. From below, he was pressing both my boobs with his hands and sucking them one by one. I started having pleasure again and within a short time I ejaculated for the third time—this time faster, and more. I screamed. Due to the warmth of my fluid, he also released his fluid – hot, thick, a lot – simultaneously inside my pussy. Both of us were achieving orgasm together. Both of our bodies were trembling together, moaning, and then became quiet.
He fucked me in every way—from above, below, from behind. He fucked me by making me sit down, made me sit on top, and fucked me in a mare pose. Three positions, three hard fucks. That night was a very joyful and memorable night for me. Even today remembering those moments gives me great pleasure and my pussy becomes wet. I am lucky to have a husband who takes care of my every need and satisfies me completely in the bedroom. There is one more thing – we find a lot of people, but a good person and a good husband are very rare. I am truly blessed to have my husband. Even today, after so many years, we love each other with the same passion.
So this was the complete and true story of the first night of my wedding night. The pain, pleasure, passion and thirst of that night – everything is still as fresh in my mind as if it happened yesterday. My husband had completely satisfied me in the first attempt itself. He licked my pussy, fucked me in a mare pose, and then made me sit on him and get fucked. That night we had sex three times and each time had its own fun and passion. There was a little pain the first time, but the fun that followed is unforgettable. That night was a very joyful night for me. I hope you liked this story of mine.