We began our married life with a train ride

Hi, I'm Sophie. I'm 24 years old, about 5 feet 5 inches tall, and I weigh around 55 kg. My body is curvy with measurements of 34-26-36. Most of my friends at this age have already had sex and lost their virginity, but I come from a very religious family. They never gave me much freedom. We go to the temple every day, and my parents watch everything I do. Dating or even talking to boys was not allowed. So, I waited for marriage like a good girl.

My family found a groom for me. His name is Bob, 28 years old. He is tall and muscular, like a hulk from the movies. He is rich, owns a big business, and looks handsome with sharp features and a strong jaw. Every girl dreams of a guy like him. When we met for the first time before the wedding, I felt shy but excited. He smiled at me, and his eyes made my heart beat fast. We got married in a big ceremony with lots of relatives. After the rituals, my parents and his parents went back home. But right after the wedding, we had to go to a trip actually bob has some business meeting there so we also name this out first honeymoon

The place was far, and the only way to get there was by train. We booked a VIP compartment for privacy. It was special: the whole area had just two seats that could convert into beds. No one else could come in. We boarded the train at 11:39 pm. It would reach the place by 7 am. The compartment was cozy with soft lights, a small table, and curtains for the windows.

As the train started moving, I felt nervous. This was our wedding night, but both of us quiet. We chatted a little about the wedding and our families. He was shy too, avoiding eye contact sometimes. I wanted him to hold my hand or say something romantic, but he just smiled. The seats were meant to turn into beds for sleeping, but when bob tried to fix his, it wouldn't work. He called the train ticket collector, the TT. The man came and said it was a technical problem. They would fix it soon, maybe by 1 am. Until then, we had to sit.

Bob told me to sleep first on my side. 'You rest, Sophie. I'll wait for the fix,' he said softly. I wanted him to say, 'Sleep with me,' but my shy nature stopped me from asking. I nodded and lay down on my seat, covering myself with a blanket. The train rocked gently, and the sound of wheels on tracks lulled me. I closed my eyes, thinking about what might happen later. My heart raced with a mix of fear and curiosity. This would be my first time.

I don't know the exact time, but it was deep in the midnight hours. The lights were dim, and the train hummed steadily. Suddenly, I felt weight on me. Someone climbed over my body. Warm lips touched mine—soft at first, then pressing harder. I opened my eyes in surprise, but the darkness made it hard to see. His mouth moved to my cheeks, kissing the soft skin there. Then down to my neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive spot below my ear. A shiver ran through me.

His hands came up, cupping my boobs over my clothes. I wore a loose top and shorts for comfort. He squeezed gently, thumbs rubbing over the fabric where my nipples poked through. Heat built between my legs instantly. I got wet, my pussy starting to throb. I didn't stop him; instead, I arched a little, wanting more. He slid down my body, his breath hot on my stomach. Fingers hooked into my shorts and pulled them down along with my panty. Cool air hit my bare skin. I was nude from the bottom now, legs slightly apart.

He brought his face close to my pussy. I felt him inhale deeply, smelling my scent. It made me blush even in the dark. Then a finger traced my slit, gentle at first. He pushed it inside slowly, feeling the wetness. I bit my lip to stay quiet. Another finger joined, sliding in and out. My hips moved on their own. He leaned in and licked—his tongue flat against my folds. Oh god, it was heaven. Waves of pleasure shot up my body.

He kissed my pussy lips, then spread my legs wider with his hands. My pussy was shaved smooth, just for the wedding night. He saw it and got more excited; I felt his breath quicken. He parted my lips with his fingers, exposing the pink inside. A soft moan escaped me: 'Aaahhhhh... aaahhhhh, it's good, don't stop... go on.' He looked up at me, eyes dark with lust, then dove back in. His tongue pushed inside my hole, wiggling around. I moaned louder, 'Aaaahhhhh, go on.'

He licked faster, sucking on my clit. His tongue fucked me, thrusting in and out. I grabbed the blanket, twisting it. 'Ohhhhh, fuck me, yesss... fuck me... oooohhhhhhh yesssssss.' Pleasure built like a storm. He inserted his tongue deep one more time, and I climaxed hard. Juice gushed from my pussy, coating his mouth. He drank it all, lapping every drop. Then he crawled up and kissed me. His tongue brought my own taste into my mouth. I sucked on it, aroused even more. The salty-sweet flavor made my head spin.

He stood and removed his clothes quickly. I pulled off my top, now fully naked. His body was strong—muscles rippling in the low light. His dick stood hard, thick and long. I stared, nervous but eager. He came over me, placing the head of his dick at my pussy entrance. My fingers played on his chest, feeling the hard muscles. He pushed slightly, the tip slipping in. I moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure.

He reached my hymen and paused. 'It might hurt a bit,' he whispered. Then he pushed with force. Pain tore through me as he broke through. I cried out loud, tears in my eyes. He covered my mouth with his and kissed me deeply to calm me. His body stayed still, dick buried halfway. After a moment, the pain eased. He pushed again, and all of him slid inside. We were connected fully. We kissed passionately, tongues dancing.

He started pumping slowly, pulling out and thrusting back. 'Aahhhhhh yes, bob... aaahhhh,' I moaned. The fullness felt amazing now. He sped up, pounding harder. 'Oh yesss, fuck me harder, more faster...' My hips bucked up to meet him, wanting him deeper. 'Oooo bob... oooooo uuuuuuuummmmmmmm aaaahhhhhhhh ooooooohhhhhhhh yessssssssss.' The train's rhythm matched his thrusts. Sweat covered our bodies. He increased speed, grunting with effort. Finally, he shot his cum deep in my pussy. Hot spurts filled me. I held him tight, legs wrapped around his waist.

We lay there panting. After some time, he played with my boobs, sucking the nipples. His mouth pulled on them, making me squirm. But he wasn't done. He turned me over, wanting my ass. 'Not today, bob' I said. 'My pussy still hurts.' I was shocked—he was so bold in bed, not shy at all. He didn't listen. He spread my cheeks and pushed his dick against my tight hole. It wouldn't go in easily. After 10 minutes of trying, with me in pain and begging, the head popped inside.

I cried, begging him to stop. I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle the sounds. He kept pushing, inch by inch. Pain burned, but slowly it changed. He started fucking my ass hard, hands on my hips. After some time, pleasure mixed in. I started enjoying it, pushing back. He came again, cum shooting into my ass. Then he pulled out and put his dick in my mouth. I avoided at first, turning my head, but he guided me. I sucked him, tongue swirling around the shaft. He thrust gently, then deeper. At the end, he made me drink his cum—thick and warm down my throat.

I enjoyed every bit of it. Never thought my first sex would be so wild, soft, and pleasurable. We cuddled and slept a little, his arm around me.

Later, my eyes opened. I needed to pee badly. I wore my shorts and top quickly and went to the toilet at the end of the compartment. It was locked. I knocked, and it opened. There was bob inside, looking frustrated. I laughed at first. 'What are you doing in there? And who closed the door from outside?'

He explained: 'I came here to pee earlier, around the time after we... you know. Someone closed the door from outside while I was inside. I didn't have my mobile, and I shouted and banged, but the train engine noise and everyone sleeping—no one heard. I was stuck until now.'

I froze. Shocked. If he was locked in the toilet, who was with me? Who kissed me, fingered me, licked my pussy, fucked me in the pussy and ass, made me suck his dick? My mind raced. It wasn't bob Someone else took my virginity.

Who could it be? I thought about the beggar sitting outside our compartment. He was dirty, old, with ragged clothes. He begged for food when we boarded. Did he sneak in? Or the TT? He came earlier to fix the bed. He was a middle-aged man, sneaky eyes.

Panic hit me. My body still ached from the sex. Cum dried on my thighs. I felt dirty, used. But the pleasure... it was real. I went back to the seat, sitting quietly. Bob hugged me, thinking everything was fine. 'Go pee now,' he said. I nodded, but my mind whirled.

In the toilet, I cleaned myself. Water washed away the evidence, but not the questions. My pussy stung, ass too. The hymen break—blood mixed with cum. Who did this? The beggar? He was outside, maybe he picked the lock. I remembered seeing him near the door once. Or a worker on train always staring at me during journey .

We finally pulled into the station at 7 am, the train screeching to a halt.vendors shouting. Bob and I stepped off, my legs shaky we grabbed our bags and joined the crowd heading to the hotel 'This place is packed, Sophie. Stay close,' he said. Then, hands—two at once—grabbed my boobs over the fabric. Firm squeezes, thumbs circling where my nipples poked hard. I gasped, 'Oh!' but no one heard in the noise. The guys were older, maybe thirties, dressed like locals, faces close. . My nipples stiffened more, aching under their palms. They kneaded rough, pinching tips through cloth. A spark shot straight to my clit. I bit my lip, thighs clenching.

Bob turned, saw the crowd but not the hands. 'Sophie, over here!' He waved. The guys laughed soft, gave one last squeeze—hard enough to make me whimper—then melted into the mass. My boobs throbbed, marked by their touch. I hurried to Bob, face burning, but pussy soaked my panty fresh. 'You okay?' he asked. I nodded, shy smile. 'Just crowded.' Inside, thrill bubbled. No resistance. Who was this woman?

Then i realised that I changed