120 hours before the wedding

"How's your stomach?" he whispered with concern in my ear, 120 hours before our wedding
. I shook my head, smiled, and whispered, "It's fine, much better!" He leaned closer and whispered again, "If you're still feeling unwell, I'll use a birth control bag!" I shook my head with a smile, and he smiled warmly back.　After deciding to get married, we didn't want to have a child so soon, so we decided to use contraception.　During our physical exams, we asked the doctor about contraceptive methods, the most effective being birth control pills and birth control bags.　He asked for my opinion, and I decided to take the birth control pills.　He once asked why he wasn't responsible for contraception, and I blushed deeply, finally telling him that I was still a virgin and hoped to have an intimate first time with him.　He happily told me that he would be gentle and considerate towards me, giving me a wonderful first time, making me so shy I could hardly lift my head.　Two months ago, I started taking birth control pills, but they made my stomach uncomfortable. The hormones from the pills　also caused some acne breakouts, which bothered me a lot. Fortunately, starting this month, my body gradually adjusted to the hormones, and my stomach problems subsided. "You can come in and change into your wedding dress now," the female staff member at the photo studio instructed. "You should change into your formal dress too!" I said to him. He smiled and nodded, heading towards the dressing room. The female staff member and I went into another, larger dressing room. After getting my makeup done, I took off my clothes and was about to put on my wedding dress. The female staff member smiled and said, "Take off your bra! This wedding dress you ordered has thick padding; it will make you look even more graceful!" I said, "Really?" Feeling embarrassed to take off my bra in front of others, I turned away, unbuttoned it, and put on the wedding dress. The female staff member at the photo studio was helping me adjust my clothes. I smiled and said, "Your chest seems a bit tight." She adjusted it slightly and said, "The padding seems a bit small. What's your bra size?" She picked up my bra to check it, then examined the padding size, and said, "...Your bust is 33C, and the padding is 33. I'll find you another pair of padding. Please wait a moment." The female staff member left the dressing room. I looked at the full-length mirror in front of me, admiring this wedding dress that cost over 30,000 yuan. It was French silk, semi-transparent lace, with a low V-neck, revealing too much of my firm and alluring breasts—it seemed a bit too revealing. The waist was very tight, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. I looked at myself from front to back for a long time. It was beautiful, and I was very satisfied. "Try these padding pieces on. Oh! I forgot to put on the corset!" the female staff member said as she came back into the dressing room. I reluctantly took off the wedding dress. Being naked in front of people felt strange, but there was nothing I could do.　After she changed my bra pads, she tightened my waistband, put my wedding dress back on, adjusted it slightly, and smiled, saying, "Your figure is beautiful!" "Thank you!" I replied casually, then added, "My chest still feels a bit tight, making it difficult to breathe." She looked at me for a moment and said, "The bra pads completely cover and lift your breasts, making their curves more prominent. Tightening your waist will make it difficult to breathe; try breathing with your abdomen as much as possible." I said, "Let's try on the headpiece." Once everything was ready, I came out and saw him waiting. I smiled at him and said, "How is it?" He came over, looked at me for a moment, and said, "Absolutely gorgeous!" I whispered, "Isn't it too revealing?" He looked at my chest for a moment, then whispered in my ear, "I believe all the men attending our wedding will be both envious and jealous!" "This is the first time I've seen so many!" I chuckled softly. "Don't worry, you'll see even more in a few days!" He protested with a laugh, "Not just more, all of them!" I rolled my eyes at him and laughed, "Let's take pictures!" Four days later, the bridesmaids visited today, discussing how to deal with the groomsmen and the groom. They were all talking at once, and I thought he was in trouble. But then the topic shifted, and it involved me. "Don't be fooled by the groom's wealthy family, respectable appearance, and handsome looks. He might be a playboy. Our bride is going to suffer!" said one of my old classmates, Fanny. Another old classmate, Zhuzhu, said, "Suffer? The groom or the bride?" Everyone burst into laughter. I asked, somewhat annoyed, "Suffer in what way?" Zhuzhu, laughing breathlessly, said, "Of course, I mean..." Everyone laughed again. I laughed and said, "He definitely won't suffer." Everyone paused for a moment, then burst into laughter again. Fanny said seriously, "He's really lucky, but on your wedding night... you're in for a rough ride!" I said, "It's something everyone goes through, how can it be easy or not?" Zhuzhu gave me a thumbs up and said, "Okay!" Fanny laughed, "Zhuzhu's been there, share your experience and teach our brides!" Zhuzhu scolded Fanny, "Get lost! You're married too, why don't you share your experience?" Everyone burst into laughter again, and I ignored them, going about my own business.　Before they left, Zhuzhu pulled me aside and said with concern that I should go to the pharmacy to buy a bottle of KY jelly lubricant. She instructed me that if my vaginal lubrication was insufficient, I should remember to apply a little lubricant, otherwise, if I injured my genitals on my first night, and with frequent intercourse during the honeymoon, it wouldn't heal properly. Zhuzhu also handed me a briefcase, whispering that it contained sex education DVDs, and told me to study them myself, hoping I would have a wonderful first time. After a long day of running around with him for three days, we went out for dinner and walked into our new home, which was nearly 2,000 square feet. It was beautifully decorated, classically elegant. The　new house was full of red, which seemed a bit out of place, but there was nothing we could do about it.　The old folks, of course, liked bright red, saying it was auspicious, but I thought it looked a bit like blood.　On the eight-foot bed, there was a bright red brocade quilt embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, and a pair of pillows embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, their necks intertwined in pleasure. Thinking that in three days, I would be on this embroidered bed with him, starting a new chapter in our lives, I felt excited, nervous, and a little apprehensive. I wondered if he would be gentle and considerate when he entered me, or if he would be ruthless and forceful. "What are you staring at?" he asked from the doorway. I turned around, smiled, and said, "It's nothing! Just checking if I forgot to buy anything!" "Oh!" He took something that looked like toothpaste from his bag and said, "Put it in the bedside table!" I took it and saw it was a tube of KY lubricant. I laughed and asked, "What's it for?" He smiled and said, "For sex!" I lowered my head shyly and put it in the bedside table. Turning around and looking up, I saw him approaching, his eyes holding a half-smile. My heart skipped a beat.　Our eyes met, filled with deep affection. He leaned in, and our lips met in a swift kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lost in a passionate embrace.　His hands gently embraced my slender waist, his palms lightly stroking my back. My heart was filled with boundless warmth.

His hands were no longer proper; they caressed my full, round buttocks, and he forcefully pulled at the back edge of my jeans, tugging them tightly and squeezing my vulva, creating an indescribable feeling of pleasure.
I arched my back against him, noticing his crotch bulging high, a solid object pressing against my lower abdomen. Ah! It was his penis, so thick and hard! As I blushed and didn't know what to do, he suddenly picked me up and laid me on the bed. He placed one hand on my breast, and I instantly felt weak all over. Seeing him lean over me, wanting to kiss me, I knew that if I didn't stop now, it would be too late.
I quickly cupped his head in my hands and said, "Don't do this, we're still three days away from getting married!"
He laughed and said, "Can't we do it now?"
I encouraged him, "I believe my husband is a gentleman and will give me a wonderful first time, right?"
"Now you'd rather be a villain!" he said with a wry smile, as he pulled me off the bed.
I exclaimed, "That's my good husband!"
He patted the bed and laughed, "I'll start being your good husband right here!"
I laughed, "I'll start being your good wife right here too!"
He said seriously, "On our wedding night, I'll make you the happiest wife right here!"
I looked at his bulging crotch and laughed, "Don't say that! It's not proper to go out like that. Rest for a while, and don't think about such things anymore!"
I walked out of the living room and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His thing was really big and intimidating; I was worried I couldn't fit it. After tidying up the clutter in the living room, he took me home.

Two days later
, I was busy all day again, exhausted.
After taking a hot shower, I felt a little better. With my hair still wet, I was extremely bored and sat down to play games on the computer.

It was late at night, and thinking about getting married in two days, my thoughts were turbulent, both surprised and excited.
Suddenly, I thought about his thing between his legs, and wondered how terrifying it must look.
Two days until I receive his "thing," I thought back to my middle school biology class, where they only gave a rough explanation of male and female sex organs; what they actually look like was a very blurry memory.
Remembering the briefcase Zhuzhu gave me, I took it out. Inside were two CDs. I put one into the computer and started playing a sex education video. The images were very clear, covering male and female sexual characteristics, organ structure, contraception, pregnancy, sex knowledge… everything imaginable. I sat in front of the computer reviewing, doing a crash course in premarital sex education.
After watching it, I put the other CD into the computer, and it turned out to be a Category IV pornographic video of male and female intercourse. While cursing Zhuzhu for being so boring, I noticed the foreign male protagonist's penis—thick and enormous, standing erect at least eight or nine inches long, with a grotesque and disgusting appearance.
Thinking that something so large could never enter a woman's vagina, I reluctantly continued watching.
Strangely enough, the female protagonist allowed that huge thing to enter without any difficulty, and even seemed quite ecstatic.
The male protagonist repeatedly pulled his penis in and out, while the female protagonist would sometimes frown and moan softly, sometimes cry out loudly, appearing extremely pleasurable.
They changed positions many times: missionary, woman-on-top, kneeling, embracing, standing… all sorts of positions, a dazzling array. I never knew

sex positions could be so varied; it made my blood boil.
Finally, the female protagonist screamed wildly, the male protagonist gasped, and then everything returned to calm. I was confused as the male protagonist pulled out of the female protagonist's body.
Oh! That thick, enormous thing drooped limply, no longer as erect as before, looking utterly ridiculous.
The narrator said he ejaculated, and a close-up showed some white, semen-like fluid flowing from the tip. I was full of questions; what exactly does ejaculation look like?
Further on, I saw another scene: the female protagonist holding the male protagonist's penis in her hand, moving it up and down, kissing it, and sucking on it—it was footage of oral sex.
Finally, the male protagonist's body trembled uncontrollably, his penis spasming and convulsing. A stream of cloudy white fluid gushed from the tip of his penis, and I finally saw him ejaculate!
I put away the two discs, my mind a complete mess.
Sexual intercourse was just a mechanical act of repeatedly pulling and inserting the penis.
All my previous fantasies about the beauty and romance of sex were utterly different.
The man inserted his penis into the woman's body, repeatedly pulling and inserting until he ejaculated.
That cloudy white, thick fluid, like paste, I wondered what it would feel like to be inside her vagina.
I couldn't comprehend the female protagonist's pleasure; could she possibly experience pleasure from such repeated pulling and inserting?
It was late at night, and I went to bed full of questions, drifting off to sleep, vaguely dreaming that he was riding on top of me, constantly thrusting in and out. [The following appears to be unrelated and possibly a separate thought:

] A day of busy
preparations, ancestral worship… I was incredibly busy.
After dinner, the bridesmaids gathered at my house, chattering and making a great commotion.
I called him to tell him about the chaos on his end. He chuckled and said, "So marriage isn't just about the two of us; it's about all our relatives and friends. I wholeheartedly agree."
He wasn't doing much better; his brothers had dragged him to a bar to drink.
I jokingly asked if he had brought any contraceptives. I said, "You can have your fun, but don't bring any filth or disease onto me."
He laughed and said his brothers had prepared five boxes for him—all sorts of things: fireflies, scented ones, beads… but not for having fun; they were for me to enjoy tomorrow night.
I scolded him, "Tell him to tell his brothers to get some rest. We'll have something to see tomorrow!"
Amidst the noise, Zhuzhu pulled me aside and asked, "Have you seen them?"
I blushed and nodded.
Zhu Zhu chuckled softly, "Don't be afraid, men's things are all show and no substance!"
I said with a troubled expression, "It's so big, what should I do?"
Zhu Zhu laughed, "A baby can be born from there, don't worry, what man's thing is that big?"
Fanny came over and asked, "What are you talking about?"
I laughed, "She's teaching me how to have a baby."
Fanny laughed so hard she almost fell over, saying, "Zhu Zhu hasn't laid a single egg since she got married, let me teach you!"
Zhu Zhu laughed, "That's right! Fanny was born in the Year of the Pig, she's fertile, she has four children, let her teach you!"
Everyone started teasing again, and I was too lazy to join in the fun, so I went back to my room. Little did I know that all the sisters would rush in, taking over the room, making it very noisy, and I couldn't sleep all night. I only slept a few hours last

night
and got up early this morning.
After breakfast, the female staff from the photo studio arrived to do my makeup and help me put on my wedding dress.
Before 10 a.m., the groom and his entourage of brothers arrived. I was ushered into the room by the bridesmaids, who then began their long haggling. I was locked inside, listening to the incessant noise from the bridesmaids outside, the groom's voice sometimes booming, sometimes barking like a dog. I figured he was enduring their antics.
More than an hour later, the door opened, and I was shocked to see the handsome groom, forced to kneel on the floor by the bridesmaids, wearing a bright red women's undergarment. I was so angry I laughed.
"My lady, please come in!" he called out with a wry smile, making everyone laugh uproariously.
I came out of the room and helped him up, and the crowd started teasing him again.
I kissed him lightly and said with a smile, "You've worked hard!"
He smiled happily and said, "It was worth it!"
My heart was filled with sweetness. He had always been pampered and proud, yet he was wearing a traditional undergarment and kneeling on the ground amidst the teasing of the crowd. Knowing that he was willing to sacrifice his dignity and do anything for me, I was deeply moved. After paying respects to our ancestors and bidding farewell to our parents, we went to the marriage registry office, and then to the groom's house. Paying respects to our ancestors, bowing to our parents, the three-day homecoming ceremony, and numerous other elaborate rituals kept us incredibly busy, so I won't go into details.
The wedding banquet was held at a hotel, with a hundred tables. It felt like today was our big day, but in reality, it seemed like a party for relatives and friends from both sides, and we were just the objects of their amusement. Later, the brothers even turned against us, and he was forced to drink several cups of wine, becoming slightly drunk.
I leaned close to his ear and said, "Don't drink anymore. Tonight is for the two of us, now it's their turn!"
He smiled and nodded, "It's alright, I won't drink anymore."
But after the brothers had poured him several drinks, it was the sisters' and other relatives' turn.
I urged him to stop drinking again, and he whispered, "It's alright, I secretly threw up what I drank earlier in the bathroom."
After the wedding banquet, the brothers and sisters drove us back to our new home. I saw that he was very drunk and was really worried about him. Seeing that he was drunk, they stopped making a ruckus in the bridal chamber and left. As soon as the door closed, he rushed into the bathroom and vomited violently. My heart ached at the sight. When he came out of the bathroom, he seemed like a completely different person. Just now he was drowsy, but now, although he was still tipsy, his eyes were bright and he didn't look drunk at all.
He laughed, "These guys tried to get me drunk, but I threw up most of it. If I hadn't pretended to be drunk, they would have definitely made a ruckus in the bridal chamber tonight and gotten me drunk again."
I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You scared me! Let me make you some ginseng tea to sober you up!"
He said, "You're exhausted too, take off your makeup and take a shower! I'll make myself some ginseng tea, and I'll be fine after a rest."
I insisted, "Let your wife make it for you. Drink the ginseng tea, and then take a shower."
He nodded with a smile. I made him a cup of ginseng tea, and he kissed me to thank me.
"Ew!" I protested, "I reek of alcohol!"
He laughed and went into the bathroom, turning back to say, "I'm going to give you a good kiss later!"
I rolled my eyes at him, covering my nose, and said, "You stink!"
He closed the bathroom door and went to shower. I had just taken off my makeup and was still in my evening gown when he finished showering, rushed out, and embraced me, demanding a kiss.
I broke free from his embrace and scolded, "What are you doing!"
He chuckled and said, "Let me taste it, see if you still smell of alcohol!"
I caught a whiff of the refreshing scent of mouthwash, knowing that besides brushing his teeth, he had also used mouthwash to remove the smell of alcohol. I laughed and said, "It smells great!"
He wanted a kiss, but I just gave him a perfunctory one and said, "I'm all sticky and uncomfortable from the sweat. Let me finish showering first, then I'll give you a good kiss!"
"Okay!" he said, jumping onto the bed like a shot.
I gave him a wry smile, grabbed my brand-new bathrobe, and went into the bathroom to shower. I took off my elegant evening gown, bra, and underwear, and carefully admired my naked body in the large mirror in the bathroom, thinking to myself: Today I'm getting married! After bathing, I would go out to serve my husband, offering him my virginity, preserved for twenty-five years. My fair skin, firm breasts, and the small space between my legs would soon be laid bare before him, to be touched, manipulated, and taken from. The thought of his hard, enormous member entering my body from my genitals sent a shiver down my spine. I stepped into the bathtub, turned on the shower, and washed myself from head to toe, thoroughly cleansing myself with the fragrant shower gel. My hands brushed against my full breasts, producing a strange, pleasurable sensation. My nipples immediately hardened and stood erect. He had often touched my breasts through my clothes, giving me the same strange pleasure; my nipples swelled and hardened, making me feel lightheaded. I thought: to present these breasts naked to him, to let him touch them to his heart's content, would he be so happy! I deliberately applied extra shower gel to my genitals to wash away any odor. Since I couldn't see my genitals, I placed one leg on the edge of the bathtub and used the showerhead to spray water upwards from my crotch. Then, I used my hands, lathered with shower gel, to explore my genitals and wash them. The warm, fine jets of water spraying my genitals created waves of strange, pleasurable sensations, even more so than the pleasure of having my breasts pressed. I deliberately rinsed my genitals repeatedly, thoroughly cleaning them. This was one of the main attractions tonight; together with his penis, we were about to put on a wonderful "wedding night" performance! His penis would penetrate through here, tearing open my chastity, entering my body, and finally ejaculating thick, sticky fluid inside. My vagina would be opened to him for the first time, and he would ejaculate thick semen inside. The image of that CD was still etched in my mind—that thick, murky white, paste-like fluid, so thick and viscous. Soon, his semen would be ejaculating into my vagina; I wondered what it would feel like.
I turned off the shower, dried myself, and used the hairdryer to dry my hair. Looking at my body again in the large bathroom mirror, a strand of long hair cascaded over my shoulders; my figure was slender, graceful, and radiant. I thought: since it's his now, if I walked naked in front of him like this, I wondered if it would drive him crazy? Even so, I wasn't that bold. I put on my underwear, but not my bra, and draped myself in that brand-new silk robe. The robe was incredibly soft and smooth, a pink, semi-transparent floral pattern, with a low-cut neckline. Although not as low-cut as a wedding dress, it still revealed a hint of my breasts, and my cleavage was clearly visible. He had chosen this silk robe for me. At first, I thought it was too low-cut, but he laughed and said it was for him. I figured he'd see everything anyway on our wedding night, so I smiled and went along with it. To be honest, wearing this robe made my figure look even more alluring and seductive. The V-neckline revealed half of my breasts, and the tight bodice made my chest appear even more lifted. The waist was slightly narrowed, highlighting my slender waist, while the rest of my body was very loose, allowing my hips and legs to move freely. I looked at myself in the large mirror, admiring myself from all sides, and was very satisfied. I decided to walk out like this and present him with my breathtaking body! I looked in the mirror, my face beaming, and whispered with a smile, "Goodbye, my virgin!"
Stepping out of the bathroom, I noticed the lighting was dim, with only the bedside lamp on. Seeing him half-lying on the bed with his eyes closed, I softly asked, "Are you asleep?"
With his eyes still closed, he murmured as if in a dream, "I've waited so long, I've turned into a 'waiting-for-wife stone,' I can't move at all!"
I laughed, "Can't you even open your eyes to look?"
His eyes remained closed, and he said, "If I can't move, how can I open my eyes?"
I chuckled and leaned down to kiss him, saying, "How is it now? Can you move your eyes?"
His eyes darted around, and he slightly opened them, saying, "The fairy's magic is amazing! One kiss and I can open my eyes! If I kiss you again, I'm sure I can move!"
I laughed, "No more kisses!" " It would be so nice if I just stayed still like this!"
He blinked, feigning impatience, and said, "Please, beautiful fairy, give me another kiss so I can get back to moving. Tonight I'm going to have my wedding night with my bride, and she must be getting impatient!"
I scoffed and laughed, "The bride doesn't care at all!"
He pleaded again, "Then it's me who's getting impatient!"
I suppressed a laugh and said, "One more kiss to get you back to moving is fine, but there are conditions."
He said, "Please tell me."
I said, "First, you must be gentle and considerate to the bride."
He said, "No problem, I will definitely be gentle and considerate."
I said, "Second, respect the bride's wishes and listen to her."
He said, "She's my beloved angel. Listening to your wife will bring you good fortune, no problem at all."
I said seriously, "Thirdly, your bride loves you very much, and I hope you will cherish her."
He also said seriously, "I understand perfectly, and I love her very much too. I am willing to cherish her for the rest of my life. Don't say I'm unworthy!"
We gazed at each other for a long time, our hearts filled with happiness and joy. With such a husband, what more could I ask for? I leaned down and kissed him, then pulled him into my arms. Our lips met, our arms intertwined, and we kissed passionately for a long time before finally separating.
He said, "You look very beautiful and alluring in this nightgown. I made the right choice!"
I laughed and said, "Did you choose me or the right nightgown?"
He said, "Both, they complement each other perfectly."
I said, "It seems a bit too low-cut!"
He said, "It's just for me to see, isn't it? "
I said, "But it can't be too revealing!"
He said with bright eyes, "I only saw a little bit of your chest. You promised to let me see the whole thing on the day of our wedding photos."
I lowered my head shyly.
"Let me show you this," he said, unbuttoning his nightgown. There it was—the bright red bodice the bridesmaids had forced me to wear during the wedding procession, now on him.
I laughed so hard I almost fell over, panting as I asked, "What's going on? Why were you forced to wear this?"
He laughed too, saying, "They said you have a great figure, full and firm breasts, and that I'm lucky to have you tonight. But they said I've never experienced a woman's breasts before, so they forced me to wear this bodice to experience what it's like to be a woman."
I laughed and asked, "So, what's it like?"
He laughed and said, "I don't know, my chest is flat, I don't need anything to support it!"
I laughed as I admired his chest and the bright red bodice, finding it increasingly amusing.
"Would you like to put it on and let me see?" he said.
My face flushed instantly. He was finally asking me to take off my nightgown and expose my breasts. I was going to let him see anyway, so I nodded shyly. He reached out and began to unbutton the nightgown. In an instant, the front of my nightgown was undone, revealing my full, firm breasts completely to him. I lowered my head in embarrassment, unable to meet his gaze.
He exclaimed, "How beautiful!"
Since the front of the nightgown was already undone, he simply took it off completely. I sat naked on the bed, only my underwear remaining. I felt my face burning red. He patiently endured it, doing nothing, but half-kneeling, he took off his bodice, put it on me, and tied the straps. I looked down and saw the bright red bodice on my chest, which accentuated my full breasts, making them exceptionally alluring.
He exclaimed again, "It looks so beautiful and charming on you, while I look so ordinary."
I blushed and said, "It was originally worn by women in ancient times!"
He asked curiously, "How is it different from a modern bra?"
I smiled and said, "A bra has a firm pad at the bottom for support."
He asked again, "Without padding, the breasts lose support and a woman's beautiful figure isn't shown off, so what's the use of a bellyband?"
I said, "I think women in ancient times didn't emphasize showing off their figures, considering it indecent. Usually, bellybands were made of soft material, and I believe they were used to cover sensitive nipples and prevent them from rubbing against clothing."
He laughed, "With friction, the nipples get hard, and that's not good!"
I asked curiously, "What's not good?"
He laughed, "You want a hug!"
I rolled my eyes at him and scolded, "Nonsense!"
He pointed at my chest and laughed, "Look!" Two things were sticking out of my bodice, my nipples hard and erect. "Didn't you want me to hug you?"
I let out a soft "Ah," and he pulled me into his arms. His teasing words had somehow made my nipples hard and erect. Lying in his embrace, my chest pressed against his broad, firm chest, it felt warm and comfortable, the pressure sending waves of strange pleasure through me. His hands caressed my bare back, intermittently tightening his embrace, the pressure on my breasts intensifying the strange pleasure. Gradually, my cheeks felt like they were on fire, my throat dry. I looked up and saw his deep, loving gaze. I couldn't resist bringing my lips to his, our lips meeting. A surge of intense desire welled up within me. I believe this intense desire was lust. My breathing quickened, my lips sucking on each other desperately, as if trying to draw him into my body. Suddenly, his slippery tongue emerged, licking my parched lips. I skillfully opened my mouth, extending my tongue to guide his into my mouth. His slippery tongue licked my lips, teeth, and mouth, intertwining and teasing with mine. A part of his body was already inside me; the passionate, pleasurable sensation was indescribable. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, letting his tongue penetrate deep into my mouth, licking and teasing me to my heart's content. I felt his saliva dripping into my mouth. I didn't resist his saliva, because soon his penis would also pour his semen into my vagina.
He untied the straps of my bodice, removing the entire garment. For the first time, my full, firm breasts pressed against his broad, solid chest, warm and comforting. He gently shifted his body, allowing his breasts and nipples to rub and squeeze directly against me. The strange pleasure grew stronger and stronger. I craved his embrace, even more so, his tight pressure. I thought: it would be even more wonderful if he could touch my breasts now!
His tongue was exploring deep inside my mouth, licking almost every tooth. My lips, tongue, palate, and gums were all thoroughly licked and teased by him. The fragrant scent of his saliva, mixed with a faint hint of alcohol, seeped into my mouth with his breath.
I was intoxicated by his passionate kisses and embrace, my mind hazy. Drinking his saliva felt like drinking fine wine, my soul completely drunk.
His tongue teased mine again, our two wet tongues intertwined, gently rubbing against each other in a tender and sensual way. His tongue retracted slightly, guiding mine towards his mouth. I understood his intention; he wanted my tongue in his mouth too.
Although we had kissed countless times, I had never tried putting my tongue inside his mouth. I tried extending my tongue slightly, lightly brushing it against his.
My tongue touched his thick lips. I tried to gently lick them, as if knocking, but those thick doors didn't open to welcome me. Just as I was feeling a little disappointed, his tongue emerged from the center of his lips, seemingly acting as a guide. I had no choice but to follow his lead, inserting my tongue between his thick lips.
My tongue just touched his front teeth, and suddenly I felt a strong suction, drawing my tongue in. Startled, I jerked my tongue back, but it was too late. The suction was so strong that half my tongue was drawn into his mouth. How could I pull it back?
My tongue was being sucked firmly by his thick lips, and I gave up resisting, extending my tongue as far as I could, letting him continue to suckle. I felt boundless joy; a part of my body had entered his!
We kissed passionately for a long time before finally separating. My body trembled slightly, whether from shyness or the lingering effects of our passion, I didn't know.
He said with concern, "Sitting on the blankets will be cold. Why don't we get under the covers?"
Although I was naked except for my underwear, my body felt incredibly hot, like it was on fire, and I didn't feel cold at all. He told me to get under the covers; it was time to begin! I smiled, a little hesitant.
He laughed, "Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" As he spoke, he pulled back the covers, adding, "I'm not completely naked yet; I'm still wearing pants!"
I saw that although he was still wearing pants, his crotch was bulging high, and I blushed deeply, whispering, "To be honest, I'm a little scared!"
He pointed to the bulge in his crotch and laughed, "Are you afraid of this thing?"
I nodded shyly.
He comforted me, "Don't be afraid; it's just a fleshy thing! I'll let you see and touch it once, and you'll find it cute!"
As he spoke, he knelt up and unzipped his pants, even taking off his underwear.
His fleshy thing was immediately exposed before my eyes, and I couldn't help but gasp.
His member was incredibly thick and long, hard and erect. Perhaps because of the close proximity, I felt it was even more magnificent and enormous than the man on the DVD. The entire penis stood tall and erect, its head smooth and shiny with a slightly reddish hue, its features rugged and quite frightening.
I couldn't help but step back slightly, biting my lip, thinking: This wedding night is going to be tough.
He took off his pants, then leaned back against the headboard, extending his arm to beckon me.
I hesitated for a moment, thinking: There's no way to avoid it now, how he treats me is my fate, so I stopped resisting, slipped into the covers, and sat down next to him against the headboard, leaning into his arms, tilting my head back to kiss him for a long time.
He held me with his left arm, while his right hand stroked my hair, neck, and shoulders, gradually moving his palm to the side of my chest, caressing it back and forth. After a few moments of passionate kissing, I rested my head on his broad chest, turned to embrace him, and offered him my left side to caress. He kissed the back of my neck, a ticklish and pleasurable sensation, while his fingers teased the side of my left breast. My desire was slowly aroused; I felt weak and helpless, my breasts swelled, and my whole body burned with heat.
He seemed to sense my heat as well, and with a swift movement, he kicked off the covers.
My head was resting on his chest when the covers were thrown back, revealing his lower body. I saw his erect penis standing tall less than two feet in front of me, like a huge, upright pillar. I was so startled that I quickly closed my eyes.
He said, "Your breasts are beautiful! Can I touch them?"
I was so frightened by the sight of his erect penis that I didn't know what to do. With my eyes closed, I nodded with a soft "uh-huh." I felt his hand caressing the side of my left breast, then sliding down to gently grasp it.
The sensation of his full breasts being grasped and kneaded produced a strange, pleasurable feeling.
I couldn't help but slightly open my eyes, glancing sideways at his hands kneading and squeezing my left breast. Although my left breast was rhythmically heaving, the pressure was just right, causing no discomfort whatsoever; on the contrary, it seemed to soothe the swelling inside.
However, the nipple was being squeezed and swelled up. I saw the pale pink areola gradually turn bright red, and the pale pink nipple also gradually turn deep red, becoming hard and erect. The fullness inside my breasts was being squeezed to the nipple, which felt extremely comfortable.
His huge penis, standing tall, swayed slightly in the air with the throbbing of his pulse, looking both strange and ridiculous.
The entire huge penis was tightly wrapped in brown skin, but the head was not covered by skin, completely exposed, its reddish color and shape resembling a turtle's head—no wonder its scientific name is "glans penis"!
At first glance, it startled me, but after looking at it a few more times, I found it strange and quite interesting. I wondered: what would it feel like to have this thing inside me?
"Ah!" I sighed softly, a burning sensation in my left breast as his palm pressed against my nipple!
Waves of indescribable pleasure rose, spreading throughout my left breast. I half-closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth of his palm as he massaged my nipple.
My sensitive nipple gently rotated and rubbed in his warm palm, waves of pleasurable sensations surging up. Suddenly, a tingling, numb feeling spread through my lower abdomen, and I quickly tightened my abdomen to resist this indescribable tension.
But the more he massaged my sensitive nipple, the stronger the tingling and tension in my lower abdomen became. I felt as if my uterus was contracting tightly, and I couldn't help but gently twist my body.
I could no longer resist the pleasurable sensations emanating from my breasts. I felt my uterus begin to tremble slightly, and my body quivered gently, even making soft "mmm...mmm..." sounds. I tried my best to suppress the noise, but the constant onslaught of pleasure made me involuntarily writhe, the "mmm...mmm..." sounds escaping my lips.
He noticed I was becoming aroused and asked gently, "Feels good, doesn't it?"
I simply nodded, lost in his passionate caresses.
My left breast was mostly covered by his warm palms, which were gently kneading it, his fingers pinching and teasing my nipple until it hardened with excitement.
My right breast, though not receiving such stimulation, also hardened slightly against his warm body.
I leaned against him, enjoying his caresses, which brought me boundless warmth and pleasure.
My lower abdomen and uterus felt tight and tingly, and my vulva seemed damp, with a cool sensation in the crotch of my underwear.
The feeling in my genitals was strange—a little swollen, a little tingly and itchy—and I didn't know what to do.
The strangest thing was that I started to feel something slowly flowing inside my vagina, like the first day of menstruation when menstrual blood slowly seeps from the cervix and flows along the vaginal wall to the vaginal opening.
I was sure this fluid wasn't menstrual blood; my period had only ended a little over a week ago, how could it start again so soon? I
realized this fluid might be squeezed out by the uterine contractions, or it might be the moist vaginal fluid that seeps out when the vagina is aroused.
His caresses were very effective; my desire was ignited, and I began to get excited, my vulva moist, ready to welcome him in.
120 Hours Before the Wedding 2
Besides constantly caressing and kneading my left breast, he kept whispering sweet nothings in my ear to tease me: "Your breasts are so beautiful... white and smooth... perky and high... you wore that low-cut wedding dress, your breasts were half-exposed, it made me dizzy... my brothers even joked that I'm lucky, I'll have a feast for the eyes tonight!... you promised to let me see everything, which has made me think wildly all day... so beautiful, so beautiful!... smooth to the touch, nipples pointed, red and firm... look! pinching it, it's hard with excitement!... I'll be gentle, I won't hurt you, will I?... breasts are very elastic... and quite big!... there's still so much left in my hand!..."
Enjoying his caresses and kneading, hearing such teasing words, I was completely intoxicated, and I didn't care how crazy his words were, "Mmm... mmm... um... um..." I kept making sounds, I didn't know if it was excited moans or my response to him.
"Sit in front of me so I can hug you, okay?" he asked.
I shyly looked up at him and smiled, "Aren't I already hugging you?"
He smiled and shook his head, saying, "Sit in front of me so I can hug both your breasts. I can't favor one over the other!"
He wanted to caress and knead my breasts at the same time! I propped myself up slightly, kissed him, and he opened his legs to make room. I moved my body, turned my back to him, and sat in front of him. He leaned against his chest, supporting my slender waist, when suddenly my back and waist touched something hard. I cried out, realizing it was his firm, erect penis.
I turned slightly to look at his crotch and stammered, "Won't my back be pressing on it?"
He laughed, "It's alright!"
I felt relieved and moved closer to his chest, feeling his hard penis pressing against my buttocks and lower back. This was the first time my body had been so close to his penis. Before, when we hugged and kissed, I had felt his large erection, but it was always through his pants and skirt. I had never been so close to it before. It was really huge and long. I secretly calculated that from my buttocks to my lower back, it was probably the length of an outstretched hand, about seven or eight inches! Looking down at my lower body, I placed my hand on the bed, spread my fingers, and measured. It was just over an inch away from my navel. I couldn't help but gasp. His huge penis was about to penetrate right into my navel!
He leaned over and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?"
I blushed with embarrassment, but he knew I was measuring, so he withdrew his hand and shook his head with a smile.
He seemed to see me measuring with my hands, and with a smile, he pulled my arms tighter around my slender waist, gently rubbing my lower abdomen below my navel. He said, "I'm going to put my sperm here."
I said worriedly, "Yours...it's so long, I might not be able to handle it."
He pressed on my lower abdomen, reassuring me, "Don't worry, you won't be unable to handle it, it's just going in here!"
Seeing my silence, he knew I was worried, and reiterated, "I promise to be gentle and considerate to my bride, I will definitely cherish her, I will definitely make her happy!"
Although I was still very worried, he was so sincere, and besides, it was my wife's natural responsibility; whether it was painful or pleasurable, it didn't matter. No matter how gentle and considerate he was to me, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't feel pain when he broke my virginity. Not experiencing excruciating pain would be the best outcome; pleasure seemed a bit of a pipe dream!
I turned around and smiled bitterly, "I hope you'll be gentle, so it doesn't hurt me too much. I'm completely yours now, you can do whatever you want with me!"
He said affectionately, "It might hurt a little, try to relax, I promise I'll do everything I can to make you comfortable."
He then tightened his arms around me, and I turned back to kiss him deeply. His hands moved from my lower abdomen to my breasts, each hand grasping my breasts tightly, stroking and kneading them continuously. My breasts enjoyed his caresses, and boundless warmth and pleasure washed over me, making me feel intoxicated. After about the time it takes to eat a meal, he took off my underwear, and the bride was finally naked, offering her body for the groom to admire and caress.
His left hand reached over from behind, still kneading my left breast. I saw his right hand had moved below my lower abdomen, brushing against my pubic hair. I clenched my teeth, my legs tightly pressed together, watching his hand caress the dark, moist pubic hair below my abdomen, his fingers sweeping and probing the grass. This was the edge of forbidden territory; this lush, dark lawn had never been teased like this before. At the edge of the lawn was the slightly protruding pubic bone, and beyond that was my vulva: virgin territory never touched by anyone!
I heard his teasing words: "Your lower abdomen is so smooth! Soft, warm, and elastic, it must feel so good inside! ... The pubic hair is so dark and soft, so cute!..."
I half-closed my eyes, ecstatically enjoying his caresses. Seeing his fingers slide to the pubic bone at the edge of the lawn, I knew he was about to explore my virgin vulva, and I nervously squeezed my legs together. He extended his long middle finger, reaching down past the pubic bone, gently touching the area above the labia majora on the side of my thigh. I trembled with tension, my legs pressed tightly together. I thought to myself: keeping my legs tightly closed, my labia majora shut, should slow his intrusion! Suddenly, I noticed his middle finger was glistening. Slightly surprised, I saw him slightly bend his middle finger into an arc and place it against the center of my tightly closed thighs. His finger easily slid into the crevice. A sudden, intense wave of tingling, numbing pleasure assaulted my lower body, making me cry out, "Ah!"
"You're very wet!" he whispered.
Only then did I realize that the glistening substance on his finger was my vaginal fluid, seeping from my labia majora. My labia majora were already incredibly wet, and his finger had penetrated the crevice in the center, resting inside the inner walls of my labia majora. No wonder I felt such a tingling, numbing sensation. I didn't know if it was because he had already taken over and I had given up resisting, or because of the unbearable tingling, numbing pleasure, but my legs relaxed, no longer tightly closed, and even slightly parted. His fingers lingered for a moment at the crevice of my labia majora before continuing their exploration downwards. I knew I would soon touch my most sensitive clitoris, and I might not be able to withstand such stimulation, so I quickly pressed his hand down to stop him from further stimulation.
He asked curiously, "Don't you want me to touch you?"
I looked up and saw the longing on his face, knowing that he truly wanted to touch my virginity. This virginity was his now, so it was only natural for him to touch it. I smiled shyly and said, "I'm afraid it'll be too stimulating for me!"
He leaned down and kissed me, saying, "I'll gently caress you, let me bring you pleasure, bride, enjoy my service!"
With that, he placed my legs on his thighs, then placed his heels on the bed, bent his legs and spread them apart, and my legs hooked around his bent and spread legs. I looked down at my lower body and blushed crimson with embarrassment. My vulva was fully exposed as my legs were bent and spread apart. It felt cool, and I was sure my labia majora and minora were wide open. If there had been a mirror at the foot of the bed, I would have seen my vulva wide open, and my vagina would have been completely visible. Although he couldn't see my vulva, he pressed his warm palm against it. I gasped, "Ah...ya...ah...ya..." Waves of unbearable tingling and numbness washed over my vulva. I couldn't help but moan softly, groaning and whimpering, my body writhing.
As he manipulated my vulva, he whispered in my ear, "It feels so good to touch your vulva! ... It's all wet here... Your labia majora are so soft and smooth, they've made me hard, you must be so excited! ... Oh! This is slightly concave... It's the vaginal opening, so moist! ... I'm going to enter your body from here, to move around inside, to shoot my sperm deep inside... What a moist and smooth vaginal opening, I'm so lucky to be able to enjoy your most precious place... I'm going to enter your body deeply from here... You have to tightly wrap around my flesh, so that it can comfortably shoot my sperm deep inside..."
He kept stroking my vaginal opening, and I felt a tingling, itchy, and numb sensation, extremely excited and unable to bear it. I thought: It would be fine if he used his fingers to tear my hymen, since it's all given to him anyway; but it would be even better if he used his flesh to break my hymen! I suddenly felt him use his fingers to part my labia minora and slide them upwards, exploring my most sensitive clitoris. I immediately tried to stop him by pressing his hand down, but he was faster. His fingers touched my clitoris, and a surge of intense, overwhelming pleasure washed over me, causing my whole body to tremble violently.
He whispered in my ear, "Relax, let me give the bride an orgasm she'll never forget!"
"Orgasm!" I exclaimed in surprise. I was still a virgin, never having experienced intercourse, and the thought of experiencing an orgasm seemed unbelievable. Before I could even express my feelings, his fingers pressed further against my sensitive clitoris, waves of intense pleasure surging through my vagina. I looked up at him, and he smiled at me. I wanted to speak to him, hoping he would stop exploring my clitoris; the unbearable sensitivity and stimulation there was making my whole body tremble and convulse violently. But I found that even when I opened my mouth, I couldn't speak; only a "gurgling... gurgling... gurgling... gurgling..." sound came from my throat—how awful! My whole body was weak and powerless to resist his stimulation. I tried to close my legs to resist, but they ended up on his legs, held, bent, and spread apart by him. I mustered my last strength, pressing my hands firmly against his legs, arching my back, and straining my calves to break free from their grip. Just as I thought I could finally detach my thighs, my sensitive clitoris was suddenly teased several times, and my whole body went limp, unable to move. My vulva was wide open, and I was already in his grasp, completely at his mercy. I couldn't see what he was actually doing while touching my clitoris; I only saw him push my pubic hair towards my navel with one hand, while his other hand slowly rotated and rubbed his fingers above my vulva. I could only grit my teeth and endure the waves of intense pleasure.
As he stimulated my clitoris, he whispered in my ear, "Relax, enjoy it slowly... it'll feel good... it'll be very stimulating... your clitoris is hard, like a little bean..."
I kept making "gurgling... gurgling... gurgling... gurgling..." sounds in my throat, growing louder and louder, and I couldn't stop myself no matter how hard I tried! Normally, when I shower, my clitoris gets sprayed by the showerhead, and it feels numb and tingly for a while. Although I've also tried squeezing my clitoris with a pillow between my legs to masturbate and get waves of pleasure, I've never experienced direct stimulation like this before. It's made it so sensitive and numb that I can't bear it. He seemed to only stimulate it for a dozen seconds, but for me, each second felt like an eternity. The indescribable, intense pleasure surged through my vulva wave after wave, shaking my body and making me tremble uncontrollably. It was incredibly pleasurable, but it was also incredibly agonizing. My vulva felt unbearably hot inside and out, and there seemed to be a constantly expanding gas in my lower abdomen, constantly churning and churning, making me feel extremely uncomfortable and almost unable to breathe. I was panting heavily, my mouth wide open, the bloating filling my lower abdomen, and it looked like my stomach was about to burst!
He suddenly whispered in my ear, "You're about to reach orgasm!..."
Orgasm? Good heavens! I'm about to burst and have my intestines spill out! Suddenly, I felt him grinding and squeezing my clitoris rapidly and forcefully. A tingling, numbing sensation rose and fell, transforming into intense pleasure, surging and overwhelming like a tidal wave, crashing against my vagina inside and out. The waves of pleasure crashed relentlessly, each higher than the last, eliciting cries of "Ahhh!... Yaya!..." It felt like a raging storm, the waves crashing against the shore, churning up a thousand piles of snow. My vagina could no longer withstand it, trembling and convulsing violently. The waves of pleasure continued their relentless flow, pouring into my body, surging up my lower abdomen with the force of a thousand armies, like a tidal wave overflowing the Qiantang River, creating towering waves. It was both inexplicably pleasurable and terrifying. These waves of pleasure, pouring into my body, would soon meet the ever-expanding energy in my lower abdomen, clashing and churning—this time, it would be a miracle if I didn't rupture my intestines and be shattered to pieces! The two forces converged and collided, creating a powerful surge. My lower abdomen suddenly swelled, then convulsed violently. I couldn't help but gasp deeply, letting out a series of "Ooh!... Ah!... Ya!..." sounds. The bloating and pleasure surged within me, coursing through my body with overwhelming force. The pleasure relentlessly assaulted my brain, a constant booming sound filling my ears. It was incredibly pleasurable; my whole body felt light, as if floating on clouds, oblivious to my surroundings. I only knew that my limbs and bones felt incredibly comfortable, and my lower abdomen and uterus were constantly convulsing, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
I don't know how much time passed before I regained some clarity, hearing myself utter faint "Ah!... Ah!..." sounds. His hand was still gently rubbing my vulva, causing it, my lower abdomen, and uterus to continue their slight convulsions and contractions, prolonging the pleasure of my orgasm. I struggled to dislocate my legs, turned to face him, and nestled into his arms, kissing him passionately. The afterglow of my orgasm lingered, swirling around my body. Holding him and kissing him brought me boundless pleasure and comfort.
"Feels good, doesn't it!" he chuckled.
I nodded gratefully, smiling, "It was intense!"
He laughed, "Let me get even closer to you!" He kissed me, then helped me spread my legs, wanting me to wrap them around his waist. I sat closer to him, my legs spread wide, and looking down, I saw his erect penis. I knew he was about to press his firm member against my open vulva, and my face flushed.
"Are you afraid of it?" he asked with a laugh.
I smiled and shook my head, gently sitting on his lap, wrapping my long legs around his waist, shifting my lower body to press my open vulva against his firm member, my hands around his neck, kissing him passionately. I love this kind of embrace and kissing. It's the closest I can get to him. My lips are kissing him, my breasts are pressed against his chest, and my genitals are tightly pressed against his penis. It feels so good. Although he's holding me without moving, I can clearly feel his penis throbbing slightly inside my vagina. It's his lifeblood, now nestled between my labia, being held by me!
After a long embrace and kiss, he said, "I'm so glad I made you feel good!"
I laughed and said, "You've made me feel so good, thank you for your hard work!"
He said, "It's nothing, taking care of my bride is my responsibility!"
I glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it was almost 3 a.m. He had been teasing and servicing me for nearly two hours, and his penis had been erect for quite some time. I wondered if he was getting tired, so I said, "It's late! You must be exhausted after a long day. Don't overwork yourself, go and rest!"
He laughed and said, "I'm not tired at all. I haven't even deflowered my bride yet!"
I said, "I was worried you'd get tired!"
He pointed to his lower body and laughed, "It's still so hard and erect, waiting to consummate our marriage!"
I rolled my eyes at him and laughed, "Let it wait!" The bride isn't interested!
He said with a bitter face, "Ignore it!"
I looked down and saw the head of the penis pressed against my lower abdomen. The glans was shiny and glowing with a pale red light, beautiful and lovely. This thing would be inserted into my body tonight and go deep inside me. I said shyly, "This is your lifeblood, how could I ignore it!"
He pressed my shoulders, arched his back slightly, and said, "I want to enter your body, let you press against it, caress it, and let it ejaculate comfortably." My face
flushed red with embarrassment. I raised my head and said, "I hope you will enjoy my body gently and carefully. I've never tried anything like this before, and I hope it will make you feel good."
He cupped my face, kissed my forehead, and turned to take the bottle of KY lubricant from the bedside table drawer, handing it to me and saying, "Apply some to your vulva to lubricate it, hopefully it will be easier to enter your body."
I remembered Zhuzhu reminding me to buy a bottle of lubricant at the pharmacy and instructing me to apply a little if my lubrication was insufficient, so as not to injure my genitals with his erect penis. He was indeed very considerate of me, having already bought it a few days ago. I stepped back slightly, his huge, hard penis standing tall and erect before me, holding the bottle of KY lubricant, unsure of what to do.
I frowned and smiled awkwardly, "How do I apply it? I have no idea!"
He said, "Squeeze some out and apply it to the tip and shaft of your penis."
I handed him back the bottle of KY lubricant and said, "You apply it!"
He insisted, "You haven't been intimate with it yet, apply it for me!"
I scrutinized the enormous penis before me, my lips pursed. Under the bedside lamp, it resembled a pillar of flesh, its tip uncovered by skin, a blunt-tipped cone shape, while the rear slanted slightly, like a crown, much like a turtle's head, smooth and shiny with a pale reddish glow. At the very tip of the glans was a thin, thread-like opening, which I assumed was the urethra. I remembered the scene on that DVD; the semen had shot out from this opening. I thought to myself: women have a urethra for urination and a vagina for reproduction, the openings separate. Men, strangely, have them combined. I hope he doesn't expel urine when he ejaculates, otherwise my vagina will become a toilet!
He seemed to notice my odd expression and asked, "What's so funny?"
I dared not ask him that question, only saying, "It looks strange, a bit ridiculous."
He guided my hand to the glans, supporting the shaft. My face flushed instantly; this was the first time I had ever touched his penis. The glans was slippery, the muscles felt incredibly soft yet firm, huge and thick, filling my palm. The glans seemed to be the thickest part of the entire penis, especially the bulging crown at the back, which was the thickest part. I thought: as long as this thickest part of the glans smoothly enters the vagina, the rest of the penis should be no problem. My only worry was how deep it would go, whether it could go all the way in.
I gently held the tip of the glans in my palm, and he seemed very comfortable, so I asked, "Is it comfortable?"
He nodded and said, "The tip is the most sensitive. It already feels so good to have you holding it. It must feel even better when it's inside you, tightly gripped by you!"
I knew he wanted it, so I relaxed my grip, unscrewed the plug of the KY jelly lubricant, and tried to squeeze it out, but to my surprise, nothing came out.
He laughed, "The lubricant is unopened, just like you!"
I rolled my eyes at him, then saw the sealed opening of the KY lubricant and chuckled, asking, "What do we do then? Do we have to get a drill from the storeroom?"
He grinned mischievously, "No need for that. The stopper has a pointed tip; just insert it into the seal and squeeze, and it'll break."
I sensed he meant to break the lubricant, but actually meant to break my body, so I let him talk nonsense. I followed his instructions and punctured the lubricant. Perhaps from the force of the squeeze, the lubricant suddenly gushed out from the opening. I quickly caught it with my palm, otherwise the bed would have been wet. I twisted the stopper back in, smiling at him. He obediently held his penis with his hand, and I dipped my finger in the lubricant and gently applied it to the glans. The lubricant was transparent, and the glans, glistening with oil, looked quite interesting. I continued to smear the back of his glans and the shaft of his penis. In a moment, my magnificent and thick penis turned into a greasy mess, looking just like a big sausage.
I giggled and said, "It looks like a big sausage, all greasy."
He couldn't help but laugh and said, "I'll treat you to this greasy sausage."
I pouted and said, "No!"
He opened his arms to hug me and laughed, "It's delicious, take it!"
I carefully moved closer to him, trying not to get any grease from his sausage, and gave him a light kiss, laughing, "I'm so full from eating, I can't eat anything else!"
He placed his hands on my breasts and laughed, "You're full, but I'm starving, I want to eat your milk!"
His kneading and massaging of my breasts felt very good, so I said, "So greedy!"
He leaned down and moved closer to my left breast, and I followed his lead, gently supporting the base of my breast with my left hand and bringing it to his mouth. Seeing him open his mouth wide, my nipple was taken into his mouth, a tingling, itchy sensation spreading through it as he sucked on it greedily. His tongue continued to tease and play with my nipple, reigniting my passion and making my breath quicken. My sensitive nipple spun in his warm mouth, rubbing against his tongue, waves of pleasurable sensations surging through me, a tingling, numbing feeling spreading through my lower abdomen, my uterus beginning to contract and tighten, and I couldn't help but make nasal "mmm...mmm..." sounds. He had already noticed that I was becoming excited again, and he intensified his tongue movements, teasing and playing with my nipple, increasing the force of his sucking, as if he wanted to devour my breast. After a while, he sucked on my right breast in the same way, making me pant heavily, my whole body weak and limp.
He embraced my slender waist, laid me on my back on the bed, and placed a pillow under my waist, saying, "I'll put some lubricant on you too."
Having just experienced an orgasm and been teased by him for so long, my vulva was already soaking wet. He was going to apply lubricant to me, but actually he wanted to admire my vulva. Although I felt ashamed, this virgin vulva was meant for him; he had already explored and touched it wantonly, bringing me to multiple orgasms. It wouldn't hurt to let him see it now.
I lay down with my head towards the foot of the bed, a pillow under my lower back, my buttocks on the bed, my slender waist supported by the pillow, slightly arched upwards, causing my flat stomach to protrude slightly. My calves were placed flat on either side of his waist, my thighs already spread. Looking straight ahead and sideways, I could see my breasts standing high, my abdomen slightly protruding, and my fragrant pubic hair completely hidden behind my swollen belly. I could only see half of his erect penis, the glistening tip gleaming softly in the bedside lamplight. I felt a slight disappointment; I wouldn't be able to see the moment he entered me. He lowered his head, and in the light of the bedside lamp, began to peer at my vulva.
I said coquettishly, "How embarrassing, what's so interesting?"
He laughed happily, stretching out his fingers to part my labia majora, saying, "It's so beautiful! These two thin labia majora are like your cherry lips, meant to kiss my precious place..."
His fingers pinched my labia majora, sending waves of strange, tingling pleasure through me. I half-closed my eyes, enjoying his caresses while watching him manipulate my genitals. This small area, intact for twenty-five years, was not only for him to admire and caress at will tonight, but also for him to penetrate me firmly, to let him move as he pleased, to let his semen and bodily fluids be released, wetting the depths of my body. I couldn't help but sigh softly, unsure whether it was the joy of enjoyment or a sense of melancholy. He helped me bend my calves, placing my feet flat on the bed, then my thighs parted in a V-shape, my lower body lifted, my vulva wide open, completely exposed to him.
He continued, "Your labia minora are so beautiful! Thin and long, like two fleshy ridges, tender and vibrant... Ah! You're excited! It's engorged with blood, a little hard..."
His vulva opened, revealing the labia minora. As he stroked my labia minora, I felt a tingling, soft sensation, and my face began to burn. I didn't know if it was from shyness or excitement.
"Oh! The clitoris is out too!" he suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
I was momentarily stunned, then suddenly realized that the clitoris he was referring to was my clitoris. Good heavens! He had even excitedly exposed my clitoris; what else hadn't he seen yet?
A sudden, intense wave of pleasure washed over me, and I gasped, panting, "It's so sensitive!"
He laughed, "I'm just pressing on the clitoris, I'll be gentler, is that more comfortable?"
Waves of intense pleasure surged from my clitoris, impacting my entire body, making me tense up.
He continued, "Is your nipple getting hard? Does it feel good?"
I gasped, "A little gentler... and it feels good... mmm!... good!... ah!..."
I had aroused him again and couldn't help but moan. Suddenly, I felt a cool sensation below my vulva, suppressing my newly ignited desire. He was applying lubricant. It seemed like he had applied a lot, but my vulva felt wet and full of fluid, which felt strange. He was teasing my entrance with his wet fingers, making me extremely itchy, and occasionally teasing my sensitive clitoris, reigniting my desire. I thought: Everything is ready, he's coming!
He wiped the lubricant off his hands, propped himself up, and knelt between my legs. I could clearly see his scrotum dangling from his crotch, his two testicles hanging heavily. His enormous penis stood erect, glistening with oil, the glans unusually large and proud, emitting a soft red glow under the bedside lamp. I thought: My virginity is about to be broken; time is running out, the countdown has begun! I started to feel nervous, the feeling of my virginity being torn apart swirling in my mind. I just hoped it wouldn't be too painful, wouldn't be excruciatingly painful, and that would be enough! I took a deep breath, trying to relax. He gently placed his hands on my knees, pushing them apart to open my vulva as much as possible. Then, he grasped his penis in one hand, bent over, and pressed his penis against my vulva. I felt a hard object rubbing against the top of my labia minora, teasing my sensitive clitoris, and a surge of intense, stimulating pleasure welled up inside me. I felt his large, firm glans moving up and down, caressing and rubbing against my labia minora; the feeling was even more stimulating and pleasurable than when I was sitting on his lap with his penis pressed against my vulva. Suddenly, a hard object blocked my vaginal opening; the large, firm glans was pressing against it. The time had finally come! It was time to say goodbye to my virginity! I tilted my head back slightly, clenched my teeth, and waited for his entry, for him to break through my body in one fell swoop.
"Don't be too tense, relax, I'll be gentle," he comforted me.
I nodded helplessly, thinking: I'll bear the pain!
He said again, "I'm going to enter your body! Are you willing?"
At this crucial moment, he still asked if I was willing. I laughed irritably, "Didn't I already say that at the registry office this morning? Why ask again?"
He said seriously, "I hope to hear you say 'yes' again, willing to give this precious body to me, willing to let my 'treasure' enter the depths of your life, willing to let me rub against you in the depths of your life, willing to let me joyfully leave my essence in the depths of your life."
I was deeply moved. This was my responsibility as a wife; it was only natural to give my body to him. The little pain and discomfort were nothing! I wanted to make him happy, to let his 'treasure' enter my depths, to let him joyfully sprinkle his essence throughout my depths. I longed for his cloudy, pasty semen to spray throughout my vagina for the first time, for millions of lively sperm to wriggle deep within me. This was the source of life he had given me; I would carry his child in the future!
I looked at him shyly for a moment and said, "I...of course I'd like to!"
I saw his face beaming, laughing heartily. We looked at each other, our hearts in harmony, and the moment was truly blissful. He looked down at my vulva, his body sinking down. I immediately felt my vaginal opening being squeezed by his large, firm glans, a sensation both tingling and itchy. My vaginal opening seemed to be being squeezed inwards, and I felt that squeezing force, naturally tightening my vaginal opening and slightly pulling my buttocks back. But with the pillow under my lower back, and my buttocks pulling back a little, there was nowhere left to retreat. The squeezing force grew stronger and stronger, and the indented vaginal opening could not resist, so it had to open wide. I knew my vaginal opening was being stretched open; although there was no pain, it felt very swollen, and I couldn't help but gasp for breath. I knew that further retreat was futile, so I took a deep breath, relaxed my lower body, and let him in! My vaginal opening was stretched taut, my perineum was squeezed, and my entire vulva felt unbearably full. I tried to spread my legs as wide as possible, hoping to accommodate his huge, thick penis. His body continued to sink, and my vaginal opening slowly opened, making me breathless. My vaginal opening, which had never been dilated before, was struggling to open, beginning to swallow the largest glans. I felt the huge, solid glans slowly sliding in, inch by inch. Besides feeling unbearably full, my vaginal opening also began to feel tight. That tightness gradually turned into a burning sensation, and then into a scorching sensation, making me feel both uncomfortable and panicked. I believed that the huge, solid glans was pressing tightly against my hymen; I wished it would break soon! How painful and uncomfortable this was, the burning and scorching sensation, like being roasted in a furnace. I was speechless, unsure what to do. His glans slid in a little further, my hymen tightened even more, the burning sensation intensifying. I gritted my teeth several times, trying to endure it. Just break it already! Pain is unbearable! Suddenly, a sharp, needle-like pain shot through my lower body, sending a chill down my spine. I couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" My lower body felt like it was on fire, the burning pain unbearable, and tears welled up in my eyes.
"I'm sorry, I still hurt you," he said apologetically.
I breathed a long sigh of relief. Finally, I had broken free! After the initial pain, only a slight burning sensation remained, not too unbearable. I wiped away my tears and encouraged him, "It hurts a little, but it's not too bad. You did a great job! Can I rest for a while?"
He nodded, climbed on top of me, and I pressed my lips to his, kissing him passionately. He was now inside me, truly my husband. The feeling of happiness overshadowed the pain in my genitals. My heart was filled with joy. He was the one who gave me my first orgasm, and the first man to truly penetrate my body.
"I feel much better!" I said.
He said with concern, "Rest a little longer, there's still a long way to go!"
I smiled and asked curiously, "How much longer?"
He said, "Only the glans is inside, there's still a lot left outside!"
I gasped. That long shaft, probably over six inches! But the thickest part of the glans had already entered smoothly. What remained was just the long shaft, a little thinner than the thickest part of the glans, so it shouldn't stretch too much. It shouldn't be too uncomfortable! Besides, I had applied lubricant, so it shouldn't be a problem as long as I slowly slid it in. My only worry was whether my vagina could fully accommodate that long shaft. But the male protagonist in the DVD seemed to have an even longer and thicker penis, while the female protagonist was petite and delicate, and she could still enter completely. A woman's vagina is very elastic; even babies can be born through it. Although his penis is thick and long, it's insignificant compared to a baby's head and body, so I'm not too worried. However, my hymen has just been torn. Although it doesn't hurt anymore, it still feels a little hot. I wonder if his deeper movements will aggravate the torn vaginal opening and cause pain?
Full of worry, I said to him, "Don't be rough. Be as gentle as possible, go in slowly. I'm afraid of hurting you."
He nodded and said, "I'll try to be slow. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop!"
I was very grateful for his gentleness and consideration. I reached out and hugged his neck, giving him a sweet kiss. He obediently moved closer, supporting himself on his elbows, and leaned over me, kissing me passionately! I felt my lower body being gradually squeezed again. Fortunately, there was no pain, just a slightly hot and swollen feeling. He began to apply pressure again, pushing his long penis into my vagina. I felt the firm, large glans of my penis sliding into my vagina, the long shaft slowly slid in inch by inch into the tight vaginal opening. The firm, large glans slowly entered the previously unexplored vaginal cavity, the tightly closed vaginal walls being gradually stretched and occupied. That strange feeling of being stretched open was very peculiar, a full, swollen sensation slowly seeping in from the tight vaginal opening. The inner vaginal cavity doesn't have strong muscles, so it shouldn't be as tight as the vaginal opening, and it's very elastic, making it easy for the firm, large glans to stretch it open little by little. The lubricant worked, combined with my vaginal fluids, allowing the thick, large penis to slide in smoothly. That strange, pleasurable feeling of being stretched open seemed to have overshadowed the hot, uncomfortable feeling at the vaginal opening; I didn't feel any discomfort at all. The firm, large glans seemed to have penetrated below and behind the pubic bone, the feeling of fullness growing stronger and stronger. I tried to spread my legs as wide as possible to welcome my husband's first deep exploration. The intense, stretching and swelling sensation slowly rose from behind the pubic bone, gently sliding and penetrating deep beneath the lush lawn; the strange, pleasurable feeling was so intense.
I held him tightly, kissing his lips passionately, feeling both nervous and relaxed, savoring the wondrous sensation of him penetrating my body. His penis was truly thick and incredibly firm, so hard it felt less like flesh and more like a solid iron rod, prying at me as it entered. Although he slid in slowly, almost imperceptibly, as if he were motionless, I could clearly feel that he wasn't stopping at all. His firm, massive glans gradually parted the inner walls of my vagina, his long shaft slowly sliding in inch by inch. I could clearly feel his firm glans having passed through the thick pubic hair and reached deep into my lower abdomen. The glans was heading towards my navel, aiming directly for the uterus hidden deep within my lower abdomen. I had no idea how much he had left, nor could I estimate how much space my vagina had to accommodate him. I was quite worried. The cervix, which connects to the end of the vagina, was tight, so of course he couldn't penetrate the uterus. But he was so long; if the firm glans touched the tender cervix, the violent squeezing and bumping during movement might cause pain and discomfort. I thought: In this situation, worrying is useless. If I felt pain or discomfort when he thrust, I would just have to tell him that it was too long and ask him not to go in too deep and to be gentle. For now, I would just let things take their course. The glans pushed towards my navel, and my lower abdomen felt bloated. The deep inside was stretched by the ground, causing my abdomen to tighten. I felt like I had overeaten, my stomach was very bloated, and I couldn't help but make "gurgling...gurgling...gurgling...gurgling..." sounds in my throat. I hugged him tightly and sucked on his mouth with all my might, hoping to relieve the feeling of fullness and discomfort through kissing. His glans had reached deep into my lower abdomen, and the swelling inside me was unbearable, as if I couldn't breathe. I had to pull away from his mouth, tilt my head back, and take a deep breath. Who knew that kissing him was fine, but once I tilted my head back, I couldn't help but let out soft moans and gasps, "Ugh...ah...ugh...ah..." I was embarrassed and tried my best to suppress them, but the more I tried, the more uncontrollable they became, and I continued to moan softly. His body slowly pressed closer, and I began to feel his warmth in my lower body; he was almost fully inside me. That uncomfortable, full feeling was almost below my navel. I silently prayed: Slow down, it's almost to the end, please slow down, don't hurt my cervix! Suddenly, I felt a slight, hard pressure deep inside my lower abdomen, a strange sensation that caused my uterus to throb slightly. My lower abdomen tightened, and I couldn't help but sigh, "Ah!" At the same time, his lower body pressed against my vulva, thrusting forward, and his seven- or eight-inch-long, thick, enormous penis entered my body completely!
He leaned down and kissed me again, and I held him tightly, kissing him passionately. His treasure was fully inside, swollen and full. The entire penis, long and thick, erect and hard, entered through my vaginal opening, reaching deep into my cervix, completely occupying my vagina. I was no longer a virgin; my vagina was completely stretched open, utterly open for his penis to enjoy. I was truly his now, my vagina filled by him, my heart filled with happiness. My vagina, swollen and enveloping his penis, my body now possessed his treasure. I kissed him, gently sticking out my tongue, letting him suckle it in his mouth, letting him possess me too. My body contained him, and his body contained me—how warm and joyful, how exhilarating and blissful! From that moment on, I understood the joy and true meaning of intercourse with my beloved. The passionate pleasure of orgasm is the pinnacle of carnal desire, but the connection between our bodies, the unity of spirit and desire, that warm joy, is beyond description.
He didn't move, just pressed tightly against my vulva, embracing and kissing me passionately. My body seemed to be adapting to his thick, long penis; although it still felt very full, the initial discomfort was gone. He pressed tightly against my vulva, probably not touching my sensitive clitoris, but the pressure still brought a slight thrill. I knew the vagina's purpose wasn't just to tightly envelop the penis. I remembered the man on the DVD, constantly moving his penis in and out, using the sensitive glans to rub against the vagina to produce pleasure before ejaculating. At the time, I didn't quite understand why the woman also experienced pleasure and seemed to enjoy it so intensely when the man kept moving his penis in and out. My vagina wasn't very sensitive; his penis stretched it, and I just felt a tightness, not much pleasure. I chuckled to myself: he'd find out when he moved!
"Is it too uncomfortable?" he asked, pulling away from my mouth.
I sighed and said, "You're so thick and long, I can barely stand it!"
"Is it too deep? Is there any pain or discomfort?" he asked with concern.
I shook my head with a smile and said, "But... it seems to be all the way in!"
"Really?" he chuckled and said, "...it seems to be all the way in. I can feel something slightly hard against the front of my glans, probably the cervix."
I smiled wryly, "You're going in so deep, don't hurt me!"
He laughed, "Deep is good, when you ejaculate at the cervix, millions of sperm can crawl in quickly, making it easier for you to conceive and give me a lively child."
I rolled my eyes at him, annoyed, and said, "I've taken birth control pills, so it doesn't matter how much you ejaculate or where you ejaculate, as long as it crawls in..." "I couldn't find my eggs, all my efforts were wasted."
He smiled bitterly, "That's true, but my poor little worms don't even know, all my efforts are in vain!"
I asked curiously, "What worms?"
He smiled and pointed to his lower body, saying, "The sperm produced in the seminal vesicles!"
I suddenly realized, I had heard about it in biology class when I was in school, and I had also seen it under a microscope in a health lecture. Sperm look like tadpoles, or you could say they look like worms, hence the name sperm. Seeing it under the microscope back then was a bit creepy. I thought: I wonder what it would feel like if he shot countless sperm into me, crawling and burrowing around inside me. I pouted and said, "How disgusting!"
He asked curiously, "Are you scared?"
I nodded with a pained expression and said, "Of course girls are afraid of bugs!"
He laughed and said, "You can only see them under a microscope, they're very tiny!"
I still looked pained and said, "So many of them!"
He said, "If there weren't billions and billions of them, you wouldn't be able to get pregnant."
I said, "One sperm and one egg are enough for pregnancy, you don't need that many, do you?"
He pointed to my lower abdomen and laughed, "The deepest I go is this far. There's still about a hand's width between the uterus and the ovary. Sperm are so tiny, it would probably take them two or three days to swim that distance, and who knows how many they would lose along the way. By the time they reach the uterus, fallopian tubes, and ovaries, only a few will remain!"
I laughed and said, "Then you've suffered a huge loss!"
He said, "Sigh!" "Billions upon billions of lives will perish inside you!"
I said, "If it hurts, then pull out, be frugal!"
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I will definitely pull out, but first I must ejaculate, shooting billions upon billions of lives deep inside you. You took the birth control pill, so although my billions upon billions of sperm cannot combine with your egg, they are absorbed by your body. I'm so glad my life force can dissolve into your body."
Hearing these words, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. Our intercourse was not just a mechanical act, but an exchange of soul and body. The sperm he ejaculated was not merely a phenomenon of his extreme excitement; besides enabling me to conceive, it also allowed me to possess his life force, which completely dissolved into my body. I gently embraced him, kissed his earlobe, and whispered to him, "I hope you are happy."
He responded, "I hope you are happy too."
After saying that, I felt the pressure in my vagina lessen, and he began to move. The scene from the DVD flashed through my mind again: the male protagonist pulling his penis in and out of the female protagonist's vagina, again and again. There were several close-up shots showing the female protagonist's vagina being violently pulled, her delicate vulva constantly turning inside out and then receding. It was a little chilling to watch, but the female protagonist strangely moaned seductively, seemingly enjoying it immensely. I hoped he would be gentle with me; after all, this was my first time having intercourse, and my vagina couldn't withstand such violent pulling. I felt his long, thick, erect, and hard penis slowly withdrawing from deep within my cervix. The feeling of fullness inside my vagina eased slightly, and I felt a burning sensation at the vaginal opening, probably from the tear in my hymen being pulled, but it wasn't too uncomfortable or painful. He withdrew very slowly and carefully, avoiding hurting me. A moment later, I felt the long, thick, erect, and hard penis withdraw from my vagina, leaving only the large, thick glans inside. The vaginal opening was firmly supported by the glans, and the feeling of fullness inside my vagina disappeared. He only paused for a few seconds before straightening up and slowly inserting himself into my vagina, little by little. That feeling of fullness filled my vagina again, reaching below my navel, almost touching my cervix. The strange sensation returned, causing my uterus to throb slightly, my lower abdomen to tighten, and I couldn't help but sigh "Ah!" again. His lower body pressed against my vulva again, thrusting forward, and his thick, huge penis once again fully entered deep into my body. I began to make love with him, his thick, huge penis slowly and rhythmically withdrawing and inserting in and out of my vaginal cavity. At the first few movements, my vaginal opening felt a little uncomfortable, and the pulling caused a slight burning sensation. After a few movements, I don't know if it was the lubricant or my increased secretions, but gradually it felt smoother. He was very gentle and considerate, not rough at all, and his movements were very slow. Each insertion and withdrawal took almost thirty or forty seconds, but he never stopped, rhythmically thrusting in and out again.
He asked with concern, "Does this hurt you?"
I shook my head and said, "No!"
He asked again, "Is it pleasurable?"
I smiled and nodded, saying, "How about you?"
He leaned down and kissed me, saying, "You're wrapped up so tightly, it's warm and wet inside, it feels so good!"
I smiled as I watched him move on top of me, his elbows supporting his upper body, his knees kneeling between my spread legs, his body swaying back and forth, moving his thick, huge penis in and out of my vagina. The scene from that DVD flashed through my mind again, the male protagonist on top of the female protagonist, rhythmically pushing and pulling, his buttocks rising and falling, looking rather comical. Seeing him doing this with me was quite amusing. His thick, large penis was pushing and pulling inside me, making my vagina feel full and then subside, which was very pleasurable. No wonder the female protagonist seemed to enjoy it so much. He was working hard, his face beaming with pleasure. I imagined his sensitive glans being tightly enveloped and rubbed against the walls of my vagina, which must have made him very happy! My body could give him such pleasure, and my heart was filled with happiness and joy. We rubbed against each other intimately, his solid, thick penis constantly pushing and pulling against my wet vagina. The walls of my vagina were full, soothing his sensitive glans. It produced not only waves of pleasurable sexual pleasure, but also endless tenderness and love, which slowly rose with his thrusting and pulling, filling our bodies.
"Ah…!" I suddenly hugged his neck and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. I don't know when, but as he thrust all the way in, he pushed even harder, his pubic bone pressing tightly against my vulva, sending waves of tingling pleasure through me, making it even more pleasurable. Seeing that I didn't object, he squeezed my vulva forcefully with each full thrust, causing me to sigh softly each time. His movements seemed to change; his withdrawal was still very slow, but his insertions were faster. When his entire penis was inside, he would thrust forcefully, his pubic bone colliding with my vulva and squeezing it tightly. The sensation of his strong, thick penis rapidly entering the vaginal walls was strange. When he withdrew, the swollen vaginal walls slowly returned to their folded state, only to be quickly thrust in again, the sudden expansion both strange and pleasurable. The most intense sensation was the forceful thrust, the violent impact on my vulva producing an indescribable pleasure. Combined with the tight squeezing of my vulva, I couldn't help but tremble all over.
"Oh!...Ah...!...Ah!...Ya!..." I actually let out such a seductive moan. The scene from the DVD flashed through my mind again; the female protagonist also moaned and cried out in such a seductive way, looking extremely enjoyable. It really was incredibly pleasurable.
I clearly felt his penis slowly withdraw to near the entrance of my vagina, pause briefly, and then he came again. His penis quickly slid in, his lower abdomen and pubic bone colliding with my vulva, squeezing tightly. That comfortable and pleasurable feeling rose again, and I couldn't help but let out seductive moans, "Oh!...Ah...!...Ah!...Ya!..." echoing the pleasurable sensation brought to me by his insertion, impact, and squeezing.
He slowly pulled his penis out, then quickly slid it in, thrusting violently and squeezing my vulva tightly, making me moan and groan softly. His speed gradually increased, and the force of his thrusts intensified, not only making me moan seductively but also causing my body to sway and tremble back and forth with his movements. I glanced down and saw my high breasts swaying back and forth. When he thrust violently into my vulva, my body jolted, and my high breasts jerked forward precariously, my nipples quivering wildly. He noticed my gaze, glancing down at my chest. Seeing my breasts quivering like this fueled his passion, and he thrust even more violently. Overwhelmed by his intense activity, I could only tilt my head back, moaning seductively, enduring his fierce impact. The swollen walls of my vagina were being rubbed intensely, and I began to feel a burning sensation. Not only the vaginal opening, but the entire vaginal cavity felt hot.
Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation on my chest. I glanced sideways and saw him lower his upper body, pressing his broad chest against my high, firm breasts, thrusting and pounding. My breasts swayed, my trembling nipples rubbing against his chest, making me feel even more pleasure. The three most sensitive parts of my body were all under his control: my vagina was being rubbed by his thick, large penis, my nipples were being rubbed against his broad chest, and waves of sexual pleasure surged through me, making me feel incredibly happy, moaning incessantly.
"Ah!...Ah!...Ah!..." My moans echoed rhythmically with his movements.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked.
My mouth could only moan "Ah!...Ah!..." I couldn't speak anymore, so I could only nod in agreement. I didn't know if his continued movements would trigger another orgasm for me; the intense activity was completely different from the pleasure and enjoyment he gave me with his hands. Stimulating the clitoris with one's hand to achieve orgasm is certainly very stimulating, but the feeling of him penetrating me firmly, the tight, full sensation, the intense impact and vibration, is incomparable to the stimulation of fingers.
He leaned close to my ear and said, "I feel very good too, I think I'll ejaculate in a few moments!"
I thought to myself: the wedding night is almost over, his thick, sticky semen is about to fill my body! I long to receive his sperm and feel the sensation of him ejaculating deep inside me for the first time. His rhythm and speed noticeably slowed down, giving me more time to catch my breath and experience his orgasm and ejaculation. Each thrust was slow, his penis slowly withdrawing to near the vaginal opening, pausing briefly, and then slowly plunging back deep into my vagina. He no longer violently pounded my vulva with his lower body; after his penis was fully inserted, he simply pressed his pubic bone against my vulva and rotated it. This tight pressure and rotation of his penis gave me great pleasure; waves of pleasure emanated from above my vulva, perhaps from his rotation, which stimulated my clitoris and produced pleasure. He pressed and rubbed against my vulva, causing his penis to sway inside. The vaginal walls were pried and manipulated by his firm penis and glans, sometimes pushing to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes squeezing upwards, sometimes pressing downwards. This not only made my vaginal cavity feel full, but also pried and manipulated from all sides, which was incredibly stimulating. Fortunately, he only pressed and rubbed for a moment before continuing his withdrawal and insertion. This alternating withdrawal, insertion, and pressing and rubbing motion made me moan with pleasure and gasp for breath.
I saw that his brow was furrowed and his forehead was covered in sweat, as if he was very troubled, but his face was beaming and his lips were smiling, as if he was enjoying himself. He continued to withdraw, insert, and press tightly against her vulva, rotating and grinding. I felt his penis growing thicker and harder, until it was fully inserted, as if it completely occupied her vagina, filling her from the vaginal opening to the depths of her vaginal cavity. The large, firm glans seemed to touch her cervix. With his deep insertion and tight, rotating motion, her swollen vaginal cavity was being pried open, pushed and pulled, squeezed and pressed down. The cervix, at its deepest point, was also being pressed and squeezed by his large, firm glans. The tingling, aching, and throbbing sensation was indescribable.
"Ugh!...Ugh!..." This was his sigh; he must have felt incredibly good!
It was the first time I had heard him make such a satisfied and joyful sound. A surge of pride welled up within me. This was the first time I had given him such supreme pleasure; it was my body that had satisfied him so deeply. Her beautiful figure, slender waist, firm breasts, and full, shapely buttocks aroused his penis, causing it to swell and harden, penetrating my vagina and rubbing against me deep inside, bringing me unparalleled sexual pleasure.
"Oh!... Ah!..." I cried out in surprise. He held me tightly, thrusting his lower body violently, his hard, thick penis rapidly entering and exiting more than ten times, the friction in my vaginal cavity sending waves of heat through me. His mouth came closer, and I immediately pressed my lips to his and kissed him. He kept making nasal sounds of "Ugh!... Ugh!..." while my throat kept making "Gurgle!... Gurgle!..." sounds.
"Ah!... Ah!..." My vagina received a violent impact, my whole body trembled violently, and I couldn't help but throw my head back and cry out. He held me tightly, pressing his lower body against my vagina, squeezing in with all his might, rotating and grinding as he went in. I had never seen him so intense and frenzied. Just as I was at a loss, I suddenly felt an unusual change in his penis. His swollen, hard penis suddenly swelled up, expanding violently inside my vaginal cavity, and even grew longer, pressing the large, firm glans tightly against the cervix deep inside the vagina.
"Ah!... Ah!... Ah!" I couldn't help but tilt my head back and cry out softly. His swollen, hard penis expanded violently, stretching the vaginal walls to an abnormal fullness, and my lower abdomen was also very bloated. I thought: If it continues to expand like this, it will burst my vagina and stomach!
"Ah!... Ah!... You... You... I... Oh!..." My body was so bloated that I couldn't speak.
"Ugh!...Ugh!..." In just a moment, as the vaginal walls were stretched to their limit, the thick, hard penis also swelled to its maximum. I felt the cervix deep inside my vagina being struck by the solid, massive glans. The thick, hard penis suddenly swelled, throbbed, and spasmed, causing my uterus and lower abdomen to contract and throb as well. With the sudden throbbing of the penis, I felt his whole body tremble with cold, and I could only hold him tightly. I wondered: Did he ejaculate? Apart from feeling the penis swell and throb, I didn't seem to feel anything special inside my body! Unexpectedly, the scene from that DVD reappeared in my mind. When the male protagonist ejaculated, it seemed to be like this, but the semen wasn't all ejaculated at once. I saw those cloudy, sticky fluids spurting out in spurts. I still couldn't be sure if he had ejaculated in his current state.
In less than half a second, his body trembled again, and his penis swelled and throbbed inside my vagina again, but the intensity wasn't as strong as the first time. He was trembling incessantly, his penis convulsing and throbbing, and I was certain he was ejaculating! A sweet feeling welled up inside me as he joyfully sprayed his countless offspring, sprinkling them deep within my body. I held him tightly, quietly accepting his rain and enjoying his gift. This was so many firsts for me: the first time I let him penetrate so deeply, the first time I intimately rubbed his penis against mine, the first time I experienced such unparalleled sexual pleasure within him, the first time his semen sprayed and soaked my body.
Although he continued to tremble and his penis convulsed and throbbed, his strength was beginning to wane. His once thick, hard penis, which had made it hard for me to breathe, began to soften rapidly inside my vagina, the feeling of fullness slowly receding. In just over ten seconds, he was limp and collapsed against my chest, panting heavily, his penis merely trembling weakly inside my vagina, no longer as firm and vigorous as before.
"Was it good?" I asked, stroking his head and neck.
He nodded and said, "That felt great!"
I smiled and said nothing more, gently holding him and letting him rest for a while. Our wedding night had come to an end. I had offered my precious virginity to him, allowing him to penetrate me deeply and ejaculate. I had thoroughly fulfilled my first mission as a wife. In the years to come, I would perform this sacred mission countless times.

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