The first night of Abhi and manju. How her cherry was broken and how she was completely satisfied witnessed by entire family.
**Part 4**
The wedding ceremonies ended late in the evening. Guests had left. The house was quiet except for the soft voices of the family members who remained. Manju had changed into a simple silk nighty. Her hair was still slightly damp from the quick bath she had taken after the rituals. Abhi sat beside her on the edge of the large bed in the master bedroom. The door was open. Everyone who had been present the previous night was there—Abhishek, Preetha, Jeet, Praveen, Sandhya, Suresh, Ambika, Sharma, Santhi, Babu, Divya, Soumya and Sandeep.
Abhishek spoke first, voice calm.
“Manju, tonight is your first night with Abhi. We follow the tradition openly. Everyone here will witness.”
Sharma spoke next. “Abhishekh ji I want to suggest one thing. I want her to be taken very rough. The first penetration should be in her dry pussy. Don’t make her wet. I want to see her cry, I want to be in pain. After the first sex I want her to be blindfolded and then taken by every man in this room. She should not know who is taking her. I also want video to be taken.”
Abhishekh was surprised and wondered how can her own father say like this
But Santhi was smiling and so were all the women from bride side.
Manju looked at Abhi, then at the circle of faces. Her cheeks were flushed, but her voice was steady.
“I agree. I want all of you here. I want the men to take me after Abhi. Rough. I like it hard. And… I want the blindfold. I don’t want to see who is inside me after the first time. I want to feel everything without knowing. Sandeep can record it. But I want to see the video later.”
Abhi squeezed her hand. “You’re sure?”
She nodded. “Yes. Start.”
Sandeep set the phone on a tripod at the foot of the bed, checked the angle, and began recording.
Abhi guided her onto her back and removed the nighty. She lay naked, legs slightly apart, breathing faster. He kissed her once, then moved between her thighs. He rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, feeling the heat. She was already little wet, but he did not do anything to make her wetter. He pushed in slowly at first, stretching her virgin cunt. Manju’s mouth opened. A sharp sound left her throat as the head breached her. Abhi paused, letting her adjust, then drove deeper in one steady thrust until he was fully inside.
Manju’s back arched. The pain was bright and real. Tears slipped from eyes and ran down her temples. She gripped the sheets.
“It hurts… keep going,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”
Abhi fucked her with long, deep strokes, giving her the roughness she had asked for. Each thrust forced a broken cry from her. The wet sound of her cunt taking him mixed with her gasps. He held her hips and drove harder. Manju’s legs wrapped around him, pulling him in even as the stretch burned. When he felt her start to tighten he did not slow. He kept pounding until she came with a raw, open-mouthed moan, her walls clenching around him. Only then did he let himself finish, burying himself deep and flooding her with the first load of the night.
He pulled out slowly. Cum and a thin streak of blood mixed on the sheets. Manju’s chest rose and fell rapidly. She was still trembling.
Abhishek’s voice came from somewhere near the bed. “She’s ready. Everyone who wants her, take her. She asked for rough. Give it to her.”
Santhi stepped forward with a soft black cloth. Manju lifted her chin. Santhi tied the blindfold firmly over her eyes. The room disappeared for her. Only sound and touch remained.
The first cock that replaced Abhi’s was thicker. It pushed into her used cunt without pause. Manju cried out at the sudden stretch, but her hips lifted to meet it. Hands held her thighs wide. The man fucked her hard and deep, the slap of skin loud in the room. When he pulled out another took his place immediately—different angle, different rhythm, just as relentless. Manju’s blindfolded face turned from side to side as the sensations stacked. She could not tell who was inside her. She only felt the thick shafts stretching her, the heavy bodies above her, the hands gripping her breasts and hips.
Someone lifted her legs higher. A cock pressed against her asshole, slick with spit and the cum already leaking from her cunt. Manju tensed, then pushed out as she had been told earlier. The head forced its way in. The burn was sharper than the first penetration. She whimpered, fingers clawing the sheets, but she did not say stop. The man worked himself deeper in short, hard thrusts until he was fully seated in her ass. Then he began to fuck her properly—deep, punishing strokes that made her whole body jolt. At the same time another cock filled her mouth. She opened wide and took it, gagging when it hit the back of her throat. Saliva ran down her chin. The two men used her in rhythm, one in her ass, one in her throat, until both finished—one deep inside her ass, the other across her tongue and lips.
They rotated without pause. Every man took her in all three holes. Some held her on her hands and knees and drove into her cunt from behind while another used her mouth. Others laid her on her side, one cock in her ass, one in her cunt, stretching both holes at once until she sobbed from the fullness. The pain never fully left; it stayed under the pleasure, sharp and constant, exactly the way she had said she wanted it. Her cries filled the room—raw, open, needy. Cum leaked from her cunt and ass, mixing on her thighs. Her lips stayed swollen and wet from the cocks that used her mouth.
When her holes were loose and sloppy, Santhi and Preetha moved in. They spread her legs and cleaned her with their tongues—long, thorough licks that gathered every drop of cum and the thin traces of blood. Manju moaned under their mouths, hips twitching. They took her to the bathroom, washed her carefully with warm water, dried her, and brought her back to the bed. The blindfold stayed on.
The men started again. Fresh, hard, relentless. They fucked her cunt until it was swollen and red, her ass until it stayed open, her throat until her voice was hoarse. Sometimes a man would pull one of the other women close—Santhi, Divya, Soumya, Preetha, Sandhya or Ambika—and take her while still watching Manju get used. But the priority never shifted. Manju remained the centre. Every time a cock left her, another replaced it within seconds.
Hours passed. The recording light on Sandeep’s phone stayed red. Manju’s body was marked with handprints, her holes continuously full or leaking. She came again and again—sometimes from the rough pounding, sometimes from fingers on her clit while a cock stretched her ass, sometimes from the sheer overwhelming fullness of two men inside her at once. Each orgasm left her shaking and wetter, which only made the next penetration easier and deeper.
When the last man finally finished, the room was quiet except for heavy breathing. Cum covered Manju’s stomach, breasts, face and the sheets beneath her. Her thighs were shiny. Her holes stayed slightly open. Santhi and Preetha cleaned her once more with warm cloths, gently this time. Then everyone began to leave.
Abhi waited until the door closed behind the last of them. Only then did he untie the blindfold.
Manju blinked against the low light. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her lips swollen, her body marked and used. She looked at Abhi and gave a small, exhausted smile.
“Don’t delete the video,” she whispered. “I want to watch it with you tomorrow.”
Abhi lay down beside her, pulled the sheet over both of them, and held her while her breathing slowly evened out. Outside the room the house settled into silence. Inside, the first night of the marriage had ended exactly as Manju had asked for—rough, shared, recorded, and completely open.
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