A virgin's first night in the bridal chamber

Although promiscuity is rampant these days, I remain a virgin, saving my virginity for my wedding night. I've known my husband since childhood; we were classmates from elementary to middle school. In university, he majored in medicine, while I majored in literature. Since middle school, we've kissed and caressed each other almost daily, but I resolutely refused to remove my bra and underwear. He could only caress my body through my clothes, but we never truly experienced ecstasy. I once joked that he sees and touches women's bodies almost every day while treating patients, so mine is no different—it's better not to look! He insisted that I was his beloved, different from others, which made me very happy. We got married
last week. Before the wedding, my girlfriends told me about the strangeness of the wedding night, which made me both surprised and worried. I was happy to give my virginity, which I had kept for twenty-six years, to my husband, and truly experience the union of body and soul; I was worried that he wouldn't cherish me, and that the wedding night would be cruel to me. After the banquet that evening, I returned home. After removing my makeup and taking a bath, I lay in bed, waiting for him to bathe and change before we made love. While bathing, I made sure to thoroughly clean my lower body; I trusted he would examine every part of my body closely, and I couldn't afford any unpleasant odor that would disappoint him.
That night, I was particularly easily aroused. As we gently kissed, my lower body became wet. He slowly removed my robe, revealing my full breasts. He gently massaged my nipples with his palms and kissed my earlobe, arousing my desire and making soft moaning sounds. He said I had never been so excited and wanted to give me an orgasm while I was still a virgin. He sat up, wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, and pulled me between his legs. He then pulled down my panties, bent my legs, and placed them on his thighs, opening my vulva, which was both wet and cool. I looked up at him shyly, my face flushed, awaiting his caresses. He leaned down and kissed me from behind my neck, his hand gently caressing my pubic hair on my mons pubis. The movement of his hand stimulated my labia minora, sending waves of pleasure through me, making me gasp softly. After a while, he placed his left hand under my left breast, cupping it. My nipple was hard and bright red with excitement. His right hand gently stroked my left breast, as if admiring a precious treasure. The ticklish sensation was incredibly pleasurable, completely different from the feeling of being caressed through clothing before. Then he gently pressed his left palm against my left breast, kneading the nipple and flesh, which excited me immensely. His right hand moved down to my vulva, parting my labia and gently stroking the labia minora with his fingers. I felt paralyzed, leaning against his chest, waves of pleasure surging from my left breast and lower body, spreading throughout my entire body. I tried to clamp his hand between my legs, but it wouldn't close, resting on his thighs. I could only press his hand down with my hands. My lower abdomen and vulva convulsed violently, and I let out meaningless moans. My mind was blank, filled only with the onslaught of pleasure. I slowly recovered, thinking with joy, "This is the climax a woman desires, the one that erupted in his arms when I was a virgin—physical pleasure and spiritual satisfaction, this is the union of body and soul." We kissed passionately, savoring that wonderful moment.
He took out his penis and comforted me, telling me not to be afraid. It was huge and thick, a good eight inches long. When we kissed before, I only felt its hardness through our clothes, never imagining it would be so large. It was firmly erect, and I worried I couldn't accommodate it. He reassured me, saying that a woman's vagina is elastic, even a fetus's head can pass through, so I could definitely fit it. To make me feel a little more comfortable, he suggested I hold it. I cautiously touched its head, which he called the glans penis, the thickest and hardest part of the penis, and also the most sensitive. The glans was bright red, without skin covering it, very slippery, and the tip was slightly thinner, a blunt cone shape with a small opening in the middle. He said his millions of offspring were ejaculated from there. The rod-shaped base behind the glans was covered by skin; the entire hard penis was very thick, and I believed it was two inches thick when I held it in my palm. I gently lifted it, tenderly stroking the tip of the glans, and he groaned in ecstasy. I thought my vulva could bring him such pleasure, but I worried that my small vagina wouldn't be able to accommodate such a huge thing, and I would disappoint him. A little while later, he laid me down on my back, placed a pillow under my waist to raise my vulva, and bent and spread my legs. He sat between my legs, looking down at my vulva. I looked at him shyly, letting him do as he pleased. He used his hands to open my labia majora and minora, admiring the view inside. He then gently manipulated the inner walls of my labia majora with his fingers, caressing my labia minora and vaginal opening, a tingling, tingling sensation that felt incredibly comfortable. He then pulled the top of my labia minora upwards, revealing my swollen clitoris, and gently massaged that extremely sensitive clitoris with his fingers. I trembled as if electrocuted, a wonderful pleasure spreading throughout my body, but I was too sensitive, so I had to press my hands against him again. He said: "Let us officially become husband and wife. Let him enter you. I want you to surround his penis, let him sprinkle his millions of offspring deep inside me." I nodded shyly, begging him to be gentle. He took out some hyaluronic acid cream and applied it thickly to my vaginal opening and his penis, instructing me to relax. He leaned forward to kiss me, placing his large, hard penis in my hand. I gently moved the tip of his penis to my vaginal opening, and he leaned forward, pressing against it, asking, "Will you be my wife?" I answered him with my actions, kissing him and thrusting my lower body upwards, allowing the tip of his penis to slowly press against my vaginal opening. He cooperated with my upward thrusting, gently penetrating me. I felt my vagina fill with a feeling of fullness, the vaginal opening and surrounding area stretched open by the hard tip of his penis. I nervously gripped his penis, but it was covered in hyaluronic acid cream, very slippery, and I couldn't hold on to it, as it was slowly pushing forward. My vaginal opening felt very full, a little painful. I felt as if my hymen was being broken and torn, the vaginal opening contracting due to the intrusion. Fortunately, we had both been covered in hyaluronic acid cream, so it wouldn't be impossible. I struggled to let his penis enter my vagina, my brow furrowing involuntarily. He stopped and asked if it hurt, if I could continue. I released my grip on his penis and nodded, letting him continue. He refused, pulling his large member out of my vagina. I noticed a little blood on the tip of his penis; I had lost my virginity. He used a tissue to stop the bleeding, his gentle care making me forget the pain.
I said we could continue. He thickly applied hyaluronic acid cream to my vagina and his penis, his glans covered in it, looking like a shiny, oily rod. He then used his hand to help guide the tip of his penis to my vagina. I relaxed as much as possible, letting it penetrate. My vagina and surrounding area were stretched open again by the hard tip of his penis, burning and uncomfortable, but the previous pain was gone. I took a deep breath, trying to relax my vaginal opening. He slowly pushed in, and finally said that the thickest part of his penis had entered my vagina. I also felt that the front of my vagina was very full, squeezed and filled by it. He leaned down and kissed me again, slowly continuing to push forward inch by inch. The feeling of fullness at the vaginal opening was no longer too uncomfortable, but the inner vagina was slowly stretched open by the tip of his penis. The unexplored inner vagina was slowly being opened up little by little, and after being opened up, every gap was filled by that thick penis. My legs and vagina wanted to close tightly, resisting the continued opening and intrusion, but I was pressed down by his body and could not move. The momentum of a thousand horses galloping was unstoppable. After his penis broke through my defenses, it slowly and deeply penetrated my vagina. In no time, the entire shiny penis was inserted to the root into my inner vagina, reaching the depths of my body. The tip seemed to reach my heart, making me let out a long sigh, joyfully announcing that I had become his wife. My inner vagina felt full and swollen, and I could feel its pulse beating slightly. Although it didn't have the stimulation of an orgasm, it had a full and satisfying pleasure. He was my husband, and his treasure was deep inside me, expecting me to bring him joy and comfort. The emptiness in my body was filled with his treasure, everything belonged to him, and I was ready to welcome his entry at any time.
I held him tightly, enjoying his kisses, his embrace, his pressure, and the full, satisfying sensation in my lower body. He smiled and asked if sex was comfortable. I smiled and said it was very comfortable, but I didn't understand the meaning of "doing," because "doing" is a verb, and "sexual intercourse" would be more appropriate, referring to the interaction between two sexes. He smiled without answering, but his penis suddenly withdrew, and the feeling of fullness in my vagina suddenly disappeared. I felt lost and hurriedly clenched my vaginal opening, unwilling to let it leave. He slowly inserted his penis deep into my vagina again, the thick shaft once more forcing open the inner walls and filling every crevice. I couldn't help but sigh. When he thrust in, his pubic bone pressed against the top of my vulva, slightly tugging at my swollen clitoris, and a tingling, numbing pleasure came from my lower body. He slowly inserted and then quickly withdrew, repeatedly thrusting his hard penis in and out of my vagina. I finally understood what "making love" meant. Each thrust not only stimulated my vagina and deep inside, but also impacted my entire vulva. My body swayed with each thrust, my nipples rubbing against his chest with the up-and-down movement of my breasts, bringing me immense pleasure. When he thrust in as deeply as possible, it felt as if he were reaching straight to my heart. Watching him thrust with such fervor, he explored not only the most hidden parts of my body but also explored the deepest wellspring of pleasure within me. I was deeply grateful for his efforts and hoped he could find pleasure deep within me. My hands could no longer caress his glans to please him; I could only tighten my legs and vagina, hoping the vaginal walls could provide endless pleasure for his glans.
He said that because it was my first time, my vagina was very tight and I didn't need to tighten it deliberately, otherwise it would make his thrusting difficult. He said my inner vulva was moist and warm, which already made him very comfortable, and he jokingly said he hoped to stay inside me tonight. He then asked if I was uncomfortable, that he might be close to orgasm, and whether I could withstand his intense thrusts. I told him to go ahead and do it, that I was feeling great. He then held me tightly, his hips thrusting violently up and down against my vulva. I could feel his penis rubbing against my insides, the burning, swollen sensation even more intense than before. After this frenzied thrusting over fifty times, he whispered in my ear that he was about to ejaculate. He stopped thrusting, straightening himself and quickly inserting his entire hard penis into my vagina. I spread my legs and vulva as wide as possible, pushing his penis as deep as possible into my vagina, his pubic bone pressing tightly against my vulva and clitoris. He seemed to explode; I felt his swollen, thick penis begin to convulse violently, his whole body trembling violently. He was ejaculating millions of his offspring, pouring drop by drop into my body, sprinkling deep inside me. I kissed him deeply, savoring the pleasure of his entry and thrusting, waiting for him to finish our first time making love, to enjoy the millions of offspring he bestowed upon me. These millions of offspring would remain deep within my body for the next few days, searching for my eggs.
His penis seemed to soften. The feeling of fullness in my vagina slowly subsided, and he slowly withdrew it. Its erection was gone, and a little white fluid remained on the glans—I guessed it was semen. I was so grateful for it. This thing had entered the depths of my body for the first time, bringing me endless pleasure and officially changing my identity to become his wife. In the years to come, it would continue to thrust and impact the depths of my body, bringing me endless pleasure, and also bringing us two children. When I thought of the children needing to nurse, my right hand unconsciously cupped my right breast. He misunderstood and thought I wanted him to kiss my breast. He lay down on my right side, cupped my right breast with both hands, and took the nipple into his mouth, slowly sucking. The pleasure spread from the nipple to my lower abdomen, causing slight spasms. The feeling was completely different from orgasm—gentle and very pleasant. I hugged him tightly, letting him be my baby, and held my breast up for him to continue suckling. Soon, the baby fell asleep, but still clung to my nipple. I let him continue, holding him as I slept.
I had many erotic dreams at midnight, and my lower body was wet. I gently pulled the nipple from his mouth, turned my back to him, and lay down gently, but I woke him. He turned and hugged me from behind, and I felt something hard pressing against my buttocks. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to do it again. I asked if he still had the strength. Without a word, he pressed his penis against my vaginal opening, thrusting forward and inserting the glans into my vagina from behind. Before I could even open my vulva to prepare, his penis had already pushed forward, penetrating deep inside. The feeling of fullness made me cry out. I protested softly, but his lips kissed my earlobe, and his right hand was already on my breast, stroking it, giving me waves of pleasure. His hand released my breast, moving downwards to my vulva, pulling apart the upper part of my labia minora to expose my clitoris, and rubbing it with his fingers. He thrust in and out of my vagina while rubbing my clitoris with his fingers, arousing my desire. Before long, I reached orgasm. This orgasm, combined with his thrusting, was completely different from my first. As my vulva and lower abdomen began to convulse, his erect penis was deeply inserted into my vagina, feeling full and swollen, without the previous emptiness. After my orgasm, he continued thrusting, prolonging the waves of pleasure. Finally, he ejaculated again deep inside me. His hands gripped my breasts tightly, my vaginal opening pulled back by his hard penis, pressing against my anus and perineum, while the glans thrust diagonally deep into my vagina, convulsing. I squeezed my legs and vagina together, contracting and relaxing in sync with his thrusts, allowing him to release his millions of semen deep inside me once more. After he ejaculated, he left his penis inside me, embracing my waist as he fell asleep, exhausted. I felt it enveloping my body, slowly softening in my vaginal fluids. The feeling of fullness inside my vagina disappeared, but my softened penis still occupied my vagina, stretching the inner walls and preventing them from returning to their tight shape, making me feel as if my body was still possessed by him. The sensation at the vaginal opening was very distinct; although the feeling of fullness was gone, it was still stretched open and containing him. After he fell asleep, his penis softened quickly, the base contracting and slowly withdrawing from the vaginal opening, leaving only the larger glans and a small portion of the base inside. I couldn't bear for it to leave me completely, so I tightly contracted my vaginal opening, not allowing it to leave. I spent my wedding night in this half-asleep, half-awake state.
He slept soundly, his position holding me unchanged, and he seemed to have some erotic dreams, because in my half-asleep state, I could feel his penis intermittently hardening and erecting while he slept, the glans inside my vagina swelling and stretching me. I thought that when he woke up, he would definitely tell me who the person in his dream was. As dawn broke, he softly asked if I had slept well, but I pretended to be asleep and didn't answer. Although my eyes were closed, I could feel him leaning forward on his side, admiring my sleeping posture, his hands gently stroking my waist and thighs. My soft breathing caused my chest to rise and fall slightly, which seemed to fascinate him. Soon, I felt his penis begin to harden and become erect, the glans inside my vagina swelling. The feeling of it stretching my vaginal opening felt wonderful, and I relaxed my vaginal opening, knowing that his penis would soon penetrate me again. At this moment, his hand gently caressed my breasts, trying to wake me, but I continued to pretend to be asleep. He caressed my breasts for a while, and I became very excited, my lower body becoming wet. He began to realize that I was pretending to be asleep, so he rubbed my nipples with his fingers. I finally couldn't resist the impact of pleasure and began to moan softly. He obediently asked me to make love to him in my ear, and I opened my eyes, rolled my eyes at him, and said: "Didn't you already penetrate me?" He smiled and leaned over to kiss the corner of my mouth, lifting my right leg with his right hand and placing it on his waist. He remained lying on his right side, while I changed from lying on my right side to lying on my back, my left leg pushed to the left by his foot, and my right leg bent and placed on his waist, thus parting my vulva. When he asked me to change positions, I tightly contracted my vaginal opening, not wanting the glans and tip of my penis to slip out. After changing positions, I lay on my back, and he lay on his side, allowing him to admire my body more fully and caress any part of it.
I longed to experience the full, throbbing pleasure of his enormous penis penetrating deep within my vagina again, so I relaxed my vaginal opening, trying to open my vulva as wide as possible. But it only hovered and writhed at the entrance, making me incredibly itchy, yet it wouldn't penetrate. This made me desperately want it to enter and fill my vagina. He whispered in my ear: "When I'm aroused, my vaginal opening twitches rhythmically, and it feels like my glans is being sucked, it's so pleasurable. I wish I could clench my vaginal opening again and suck on his glans." Ah, I understood. I clenched my vaginal opening tightly, and he enjoyed my sucking with ecstasy. He bent down and sucked on my nipple, and gradually, the pleasure of excitement flowed from my breasts throughout my body. I felt my lower abdomen and vaginal opening begin to tighten and twitch slightly; I truly craved its full penetration. His hands freely caressed my armpits, breasts, buttocks, navel, mons pubis, etc., causing my body to sway excitedly. His fingers then moved to my vulva, which was still holding his glans. The vulva was soaked with a trickle of vaginal fluid. He stroked my thick labia majora, his fingers rubbing and playing with the two labia and the nearby pubic hair. He then pulled apart the two narrow labia minora, forced apart by his penis, and wantonly caressed the vaginal opening where his penis was inserted, using his fingers to feel the rhythmic, slight twitching of my vaginal opening when I was aroused. His mouth left my nipples and kissed my cherry lips. I couldn't help but suck on him frantically. He moved upwards, teasing my already swollen clitoris. His fingers gently rubbed the point where the labia minora met, and I sighed as if my whole body was being electrocuted. He gently pushed upwards at the junction of the labia majora with his thumb, exposing the clitoris. Then, he gently rubbed the clitoris with his middle finger. My whole body tensed, and the pleasure spread rapidly from my vulva to my vagina with the rubbing of my clitoris, flowing throughout my body and surging to my central nervous system. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I knew my orgasm was coming. My lower abdomen and vagina began to spasm violently. Although the spasms at the vaginal opening, which held his glans, gave me a full and satisfying feeling, the orgasmic spasms deep inside my vagina had nothing to rely on, and the orgasm suddenly turned into an empty tremor. Just as I was enjoying the pleasure of the orgasm but also feeling a slight insufficiency, his penis strode forward, the thick, hard glans quickly spreading open the vaginal walls and rapidly advancing into the spasming vagina, filling every gap. A pleasurable sensation spread from my vulva throughout my body, filling my vagina and the depths of my inner flesh. His firm penis seemed to reach straight to my heart, penetrating the very depths of my soul. The climax reached its peak as his penis penetrated deep into my vagina. The inner walls of my vagina tightly gripped his thick, erect penis, rhythmically convulsing. The climaxing convulsions deep within my vagina spread to my uterus and lower abdomen, throbbing rhythmically. I let out long, joyful sighs, which transformed into ecstatic moans with each convulsion. He held me tightly, soothing my tense, convulsing body, just as his penis soothed my convulsing vagina. This climax lasted a long time, the pleasure lingering long afterward.
When I calmed down, his penis began to thrust in and out of my vagina. Perhaps because he was lying on his side while I was lying on my back, when he pulled his penis out, it pulled my vaginal opening to the right, making me feel like it was being pried open. When he inserted it, it pressed against the inner wall of my vagina, which felt very good. My vagina was very wet, and he moved very freely, each thrust lifting my entire vulva. His hands also freely caressed all parts of my vulva, sometimes lifting my labia minora, sometimes stroking my sensitive clitoris, sometimes caressing my swollen vaginal opening. He said he was about to climax, and I smiled and kissed him. He thrust in and out quickly more than ten times, and I felt his penis suddenly swell up, and his whole body began to convulse. He thrust his penis deep into my vagina, and I felt the glans pressing against the inner wall of my vagina, rhythmically convulsing. His swollen and firm penis throbbed violently, and with each convulsion, he pushed his swollen penis forward as if he wanted to send his offspring into my deepest part.

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