Date: Wed, 3 May 2017 02:13:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Craig Brown <craigbrownmagic@yahoo.com>
Subject: No Longer A Virgin Pt 4

No Longer a Virgin Pt 4
By Pepperpuppy


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Previous chapter ending............ As we walked to the door to leave, Tom
raised his offer to twenty five thousand for me and even though daddy had
said otherwise early on, he stopped to think about for a moment, before
reluctantly before saying no again to Tom. Then the two of us got into the
pickup to carry on to the cabin for our honeymoon.


Thirty minutes later the truck stopped out the front of Grandpa's old
dilapidated cabin, (that I remembered very well before gramps had been
forced to move away) where I helped daddy unload all our suitcases along
with some fresh and cartons of tinned food to last us for our two week
honeymoon which we stacked outside the front door.


Then unexpectedly Daddy quickly lifted me off my feet and into his arms,
kissing me on the cheek and telling me it was an old wedding custom for the
husband to carry his bride over the threshold, before then carrying me
inside. My body felt like partly set jelly as he gently lowered me back
onto my feet before going back out and starting to bring the rest of our
luggage in.


The inside of the cabin was covered in dust and cobwebs everywhere. "Wife"
he said while putting his arms around me and letting them slide down to cup
my arse cheeks, "you all had better get the house tidied up and put the
groceries and clothes away, while I go get the old generator working
again. And I don't want you taking your high heels off none either" where
upon he French kissed me then stomped outside.


I quickly shucked off my travelling clothes and dressed in an old blouse
and short skirt of mums and started to clean up inside. Even though my body
was tingling with supressed sexual needs from the two tablets as well as
the injections, I wanted to show my husband (and even thinking that word
made my encased cock and anal area feel a rush of frenzied lust of
hopefully what was to come) how good a wife I was going to be for him from
now on.


It wasn't that easy to clean away the dust and dirt though, because the
heels I was wearing made the backs of my legs tighten up, which also caused
my anus to clench up which I found couldn't tense up very much because of
the thick intruder lodged deeply inside of me as well as between my anal
lips which it had forced and was keeping open. Every time I bent down (or
tried to) to pick or brush away something, my thick intruder moved
imperceptibly along my anal lips and slightly further inside my opening,
causing me to shudder and tingle with unsatisfied yearnings for my husband
to fuck me hard again, which my bottom only seemed to be shouting out, as
I'd helplessly wet fart whenever I bent down hurriedly to pick something up
off the floor.


Eventually I heard the slow chug, chug, chug sound of the generator now
starting to turn over and I unwittingly started to caress one of my
nipples, which only seemed to create a wave of passion and lust that course
through my anus and cock before I heard my husband's voice shouting for me
to come outside. I hurriedly clip clopped on my heels outside trying
urgently to unbutton my blouse in the hope that daddy wanted to fuck me
hard again and hurried up to him grabbing him with my outstretched arms,
breathlessly rubbing my body up to his to let him know I needed him.


Daddy chuckled quietly as I felt his cock starting to swell in his trousers
and I smiled to myself knowing that any moment now he'd take me and I
wanted him to even though his body was now starting to smell very strongly
of sweat and grease. I was therefore shocked to have him tell me, "hold on
honey, we needs to get you and me cleaned up a bit first and I'm mortal
hungry too woman. There'll be plenty of time for honeymooning in a while,
but right now you need to learn how to douche yourself first, cause every
morning right after breakfast from now on, that's what you're going to have
to do for me if you're going to stay being my wife."


"Now I'll be right back with a few things to show you and while I'm getting
them things, you all get stripped and start undoing your harness," before
playfully swatting my bottom and heading back inside the cabin. I managed
to undo the buckles on both sides of my harness only to helplessly feel the
huge intruder inside of me quickly slide out of me and make a loud thump in
the dirt as it hit it and also noticed that my panties was going to be
needing a powerful scrubbing to get them clean again to wear, because of
the stains and the smell on their gusset.


My husband came up to me just as it happened, to remark "gosh sake's wife,
I sure am all glad you can't have babies honey, if'n that's how you all'd
give birth to one" he humorously told me. The "baby's birth" wouldn't have
showed if it was a boy or a girl anyhow since the dildo's top half was
coated in my smelly waste. My husband gingerly picked IT up between two
fingers and dropped it on top of my pile of discarded clothes.


The feeling around my anus was one of emptiness and yet I actually felt
both satisfied and relieved, as my bum let me know very loudly that I was
also extremely horny while wishing IT or my husband was back inside of it
stuffing me. My husband then stripped off his own clothes and on seeing my
excited flush at his stiff enormous cock, simply said "later on dear, be
patient" and taking my hand led me back into the ramshackle cabin and out
the back to the "bathroom" where he tenderly showed me how to douche
myself, before making me do the same to him.


We then showered together and between my mouth, his commands, his fingers
and thick cock, I finally got to enjoy my husband again, several times in
fact and best of all was feeling his slimy sperm leaking out of my arse,
which also meant he had to then watch me afterwards as I gave myself my
first unassisted douching.


After that he asked me to go and bring us our clothes as well as my used
and dirty "trainer". While I was doing that he went and unpacked some
"items" for our honeymoon, so that when I came back into the bathroom, on
the small vanity top was laid out in a row, four thick dildos row
increasing in size and shape.


There was a space left between the smallest and the next biggest, which
after obeying my husband's command to clean IT thoroughly, was the one I
was "now" finally drying off with my towel. After several close sniffs by
my husband he finally said he was satisfied and saw him place it in the row
which saw the space now filled. I shivered at the thought of the thick size
of the last one in the row once it was up inside my anus, since it was
almost as thick as the top of daddy's muscular leg! The two sizes before it
were also huge although each one smaller than the other, but both also had
a slightly wider hump in the middle of each, than the largest.


The one I'd given back to daddy was actually large enough as it was and I
thought it was about the same thickness as my two skinny arms together. The
smallest one, now seemed quite small in thickness by comparison to its
partners, although I can still remember how much it had hurt when daddy had
firmly pushed it inside of me at the stop in the woods after we had left
the church.


Daddy (oops my husband I should say now) with a hint of "dubious"
reluctance then told me I needed to get ready for my training to continue
and helped me put my harness back on, although he left the buckles at the
back panel unfastened and the panel flopping down at the back. He then took
me out into the main cabin area and told me to kneel on the old cracked
leather lounge I'd scrubbed earlier on cleaning up the cabin.


After I had done so, he told me that from now on, my first and most
important rule I'd have to obey would be to do whatever he wanted or said
(although I now thought of them as commands and silently vowed I'd be the
perfect wife and obey him unquestioningly) and after softly telling him
"always my husband" heard him order me to lower my head down onto the
lounge cushions, which I did, then I felt a cool soft wind against my anal
opening before my body turned to jelly as something warm, wet and firm,
(but still soft) moved across my gaping sensitive anal lips.


My helpless moan of pleasure, as I felt my husband's hands firmly grab the
insides of my thighs and pull them gently apart was nothing compared to the
feeling of his face and mouth pressing harder into my arse as his tongue
delved deeper and was moving around at random.


Soon my high pitched squeals of pleasure at the sensation in my anal area
quickly saw my body helplessly turning to jelly and slumping in on itself
as I moaned, totally unable to say anything legible at all. At the sounds
of my moaning I felt my husband's face and mouth pushing even further into
my arse and his hands moving up to each of my nipples and begin to tenderly
fondle them in circular motions. My anus could also feel short blasts of
warm and cold air as my husband's breathing became quicker and more
erratic.


My brain meanwhile was beyond overload in pleasure as it couldn't cope with
his warm tongue lapping at my sensitive anal nerve endings or fondling my
nipples, which were beyond any words to describe their sensitivity. In
moments I suddenly thought I felt (as the spray had still not yet worn off)
my body squirt sperm everywhere.


Because of where my head was now tucked, I actually felt something warm
lightly splash the front of my neck and heard daddy's throaty chuckles
inside my arse, before he pulled his face away.


"If you promise to always keep your arse smelling nice and fresh and use
the scented liquid I want you to use from now on honey, you'll get me to do
this to you sometimes" my husband told me with smile and affection in his
voice, as he gently wiped my sperm off his hands and onto my face. My mind
(and body) was still in a state of euphoria as my anal nerves were still
tingling and I slowly started to stand up from the crouched ball I'd been
in.


"Yes husband, I'll be good for you always. You must want to come too" I
asked him with a gentle smile while kneeling on the lounge in a submissive
position now presenting my arse for him to use and eagerly hoping that he'd
fuck me hard and senseless there and then.


"Oh honey child, you know your husband wants to fuck you, but if I did that
all the time, I'd be exhausted by the time we were ready for bed" and he
smiled at me. "No sweetness, it's time for you to let me take that pretty
little arse of yours and keep training it so that pretty soon, you'll be
just like any wife's bum for her husband to use" and went back into the
bathroom and came out carrying a bottle and the dildo that must have been
inside of me until a short time ago.


"Wife, it's time for you to prepare yourself" and with those words my
husband/daddy told me to get back on the lounge and kneel down. In moments
of obeying my new husband, I was felling several of his fingers entering my
arse as he proceeded to lubricate well inside my anus, as his fingers
probed deep inside of me. He then went and lubricated the thick dildo
lightly before pressing the bulbous head against my rosebud which easily
allowed the head to slip and slide around it.


"Hold still honey" and with a forceful push, my anus easily surrendered to
the brutishly thick invader and with a sure and steady pressure, (which
quickly found its way deep inside of me) my husband carefully took my right
hand and placed it on the end of the dildo. He then reached down and taking
the back flap, quickly fastened the buckles on either side of the harness
before telling me I could move my hand away, to feel the dildo move
slightly until the flap didn't allow it to drop any further out of me.


Once again I felt completely full in my back passage and my opening was
painfully stretched to its limits, which daddy compounded eve more by
pushing the dildo further inside and quickly fastening the buckles on one
side before doing the same thing again, but this time tightening the other
buckle. The bottom of the harness was now so high and tight on my waist
that although I strained trying to expel my thick rapist, I could no longer
make it move downwards in the slightest.


Daddy had been instructing me what to do the entire time and when I
answered his question with "No husband, it's not slipping down at all" he
seemed particularly pleased. He then helped me to stand up before telling
me to put my shoes on again, which I would have preferred not to do,
although I had learnt by then how to walk in them. I would have preferred
to go barefooted because the high heels now made my bum squeeze and grip
the thick intruder tighter than before. I was then instructed to go put
some clothes on and make some tea for the two of us.


After I went and got dressed I went over to the gasoline fridge and started
taking out several food items to cook, my husband went and sat down on one
of the cracked lounged chairs and turned on the radio. I knew exactly at
that moment, that a line had been drawn that I could never go back to and
happily stared to do the purpose that the minister had spoken to me about,
which was that of being a dutiful wife and faithful companion to my
husband.


As it grew dark my husband went round the cabin lighting the oil lamps in
it. He didn't miss the opportunity to come up behind me and put his arms
around me and give me several butterfly kisses to my neck while also taking
the time to fondle my nipples, which my body reacted to dramatically both
by the wave of ecstasy washing through it and also suddenly arousing my
body's physical desires, which I had not realised had evaporated while I
had started cooking.


I melted into my husband's embrace murmuring how good he felt, which seemed
to please him before he left me to go sit back down. He seemed to enjoy my
cooking enough to compliment me on it as we ate, then after he had finished
and got up from the table came round and gave me a kiss of thanks. He told
me he'd forgotten about how much he missed a home cooked since mum had left
us, then in the role of husband left me to clean up the mess and wash the
dishes, while he went and sat back down on the lounge.


As soon as I had done everything, he suggested I come and sit down beside
him, where he proceeded to sex me up playfully to an unbridled state of
arousal before quietly whispering it was time for our honeymoon bed, then
stood up and offered me his hand to get up too.


As we walked into the bedroom (of sorts) he told me that I'd have to have
my injections first, which turned out to be no less unpleasant than earlier
on, although I would have preferred that I hadn't had the area straight
under each nipple injected, although it was far less painful than the first
time. As he slowly undressed me, he took an especially long time licking
and sucking my now tender sensitive nipples, which was driving me frantic
to want him to fuck me.


When he undid my harness, he was pleasantly surprised that when they dildo
slowly slid out of me, there was none of my waste on it, which I was
particularly thankful for too. He then took me into the bathroom and
carefully wiped my bottom on the outside, before handing me a tablet and a
glass of water, which I unquestioningly swallowed, while he did the
same. Then giving me a playful swot on my bottom he happily told me he was
going to make sure I'd be limping when I made breakfast in the morning,
before picking me up in his arms and carrying me to the bed and tossing me
onto it along with himself.


I don't recall how many times my husband took me that night, because he was
keeping me so aroused by either suckling on my nipples or my encased cock
when we weren't fucking, that my mind was in complete sexual overload. I'd
suckle and loudly hum on his big balls, careful not to scrape my teeth on
them so as to show him how much I loved and wanted him in return.


When as if by mutual agreement, we decided that both of us were too
exhausted to keep having sex any longer, he simply snuggled up behind me
and placed his arm around me protectively, which also allowed him to make
sure his hand was able to caress my left nipple as well.


I know that I slept well during the rest of the night (in spite of my
husband's loud snoring) although I might wake up just enough to feel his
fingers tugging at either nipple, so my dreams that night were unusually
sexy instead of being about nothing at all. I was woken up in the morning
by the feel of my husband's cock pounding away at my anus.


I quickly became aroused as well and managed to work my body into such a
position that I was eagerly pushing back against his cock as he pounded me
relentlessly. I didn't shoot any sperm, but my arse and cock felt waves of
delight course through them several times, before my husband gripped my
tightly and pushed in extremely forcefully, keeping his body pressed
tightly against me as I heard him grunt and take a number of deep breaths,
before he easing his grip on me and finally rolling away from me to go back
to sleep.


I couldn't have been any happy if I'd won a fortune and lay on my side
blissfully happy that I'd been able to satisfy my husband so totally as I
enjoyed feeling his sperm slowly ooze out of me.


I lay peacefully awake in the bliss of post coital satisfying sex, as my
husband had instructed me last night that I wasn't to get out of bed and
make breakfast until he told me to. When he told me it was time for both of
us to get up, I did and followed him to the toilet as I now knew that I was
now to continue my anal training.


But first we had to shower, and I did everything that I could to arouse
him, to be rewarded by being made to swallow his sperm which he'd made me
have to do as he'd forced his cock so far into the back of my mouth and
down my throat that I had no choice, although he was very happy when I took
the time to suck on the end of his cock and wipe my tongue over it to
ensure I swallowed every ounce of his sperm.


When we had dried off and gone back in to get dressed, I particularly liked
how he chose the shortest skirt and smallest top I had and was especially
excited with his choice of underwear for me, especially as he said I'd be
sorry if I deliberately showed them off to him during the day, which only
had me thinking of all the "accidental" ways I would do it.


Being in the frame of mind that I wanted to be the best wife I could
possibly be, I happily endued all four injections as well as the insertion
of my thick friend in me again. The tightness of the harness only made me
more pleased and I hoped that my anal muscles would break well before we
had to head for home.

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For the next five days, I enjoyed all the pleasures that a new wife would
usually have, although late on the second day the anaesthetic spray began
to wear off on my cock and around my balls.


That evening I was shown what had been done to my cock head and I finally
got to see that I now had a heart shaped set of small red gem stones
embedded in the head of my cock, which daddy (oops my husband) said he
wanted me to have forever while explaining that the huge ring just under
the penis opening was to remind me of our marriage vows, although I also
wore a small gold band on my left hand too.


The very tight gold ring around my balls separating them from my cock was
also explained in full. My husband was frightened I'd not want to be slowly
castrated that way, but I quickly assured him that he was my husband and I
would love honour and obey him in any decision he made for the pair of us.


In fact I started to hope that our appointment with Tom on the way back
home would show the need for the even smaller ring I was now so eager to be
castrated, since that was what my husband wanted for me. My cock encasement
did however feel exceptional uncomfortable but I knew I could endure any
pain as long as it did what I was told it would do, which was to make my
cock extra sensitive when I no longer had balls anymore or needed to have
the tight covering either.


As I just wrote, after the fifth day I was now near the end of having the
second largest dildo in my arse, which after the third morning where my
husband's inspection of my anus had made him decided that I'd have to wear
the various sized dildos all the time except for when we were having sex.


This upset me a bit as my husband was often (and at any time) having sex
with me, but I kept reminding myself that I didn't mind the brutally thick
reinsertions in my arse several times a day, as the feel of my husband
oozing out of me more than justified it.


I was also finding, as was my husband (when his broad calloused fist went
easily up inside my anus two days ago) that my rosebud was blooming quite
nicely and the thick dildos no longer seemed as painful inside of me. I
soon found out that I actually couldn't keep my balance walking around in
my heels without the feel of their thickness forcing me to walk gingerly
with its accompanying pigeon toed gait, so perhaps my husband's demand to
wear a large thick dildo inside of me wasn't as cruel as you might think it
was.


With two days of our honeymoon remaining, both of us were surprised when
grandpa slowly drove up to the front of the house. I'd now had the largest
sized dildo inserted in my anus for almost a day and a half, and was hoping
that THIS would be the straw that broke the camel's back (or should I say
CRACK) as I couldn't wear any pants or shorts, (so had to wear skirts)
since the dildo had my arse splayed so much that none would fit me.


I was also finding that along with this huge intruder, my high heels were
now making it awkward for me to walk, as the dildo's thickness had forced
me to walk with the toes of my feet almost facing each other so pigeon toed
was my walk! This largest dildo also made it impossible for me not to have
to urinate every hour or so.


I stayed inside (since these were now part of the rules I would have to
follow) so that any uninvited guest or traveller wouldn't be able to see
me. Hearing grandpa's voice had my mind quickly wondering if he was just
being sociable or was he hoping to get the chance to fuck me again as my
husband showed him in.


When he came in his first reaction was to comment on how clean the cabin
looked now and I would have told him how hard I had worked to make it that
way, except for my husband slowly shaking his head at me behind his dad's
back.


I therefore immediately adapted to the position of wife and after welcoming
him with a hug, (which somehow found his hands caressing my bottom where he
felt my intruder through the harness and saw him looking excited and happy
at the same time) before proceeding to the kitchen to prepare some
refreshments, while grandpa and son sat down to discuss things. This was my
first time as host and I tried to make sure that everything went well and
our guest was made to feel welcome.


My grandpa quickly noticed my awkward gait, which my husband explained away
before asking me to stand between the two of them, where he proceeded to
lift up the back of my skirt and reveal the huge bulge behind me pushing
out the back of the harness. My husband also explained some of my "hidden
jewellery" which surprised grandpa so much that dad said he'd show them to
his father when we got home.


Unfortunately for me, my body chose that exact moment to betray me and
trying as hard as I could, didn't prevent me from noisily breaking wind
with a long, wet, loud motorboat which had both men laughing loudly while I
tried to apologise. Dad explained to his father about how my anal training,
while working far better than hoped, did have a few "noisy" drawbacks, but
said that I was slowly mastering the problem and in a few week's time I'd
even be able to go to church without embarrassing myself.


Grandpa ended up staying for tea, where he told us of his wedding present
to us, which was twenty acres of land he'd had divided off while we were on
our honeymoon, which would now make grandpa and dad's brothers our actual
neighbours. He and his son excitedly spoke about farming the land and
grandpa said that my husband might even have a job at their local
mechanic's when he got back, which was even better news, since that way we
might make enough money to be able to afford some luxuries, as well as my
husband being able to repair his truck much more easily on one of the
shop's hoists.


Grandpa left shortly after tea, but his hug goodbye also allowed him to
reach behind me and push on the dildo and see that it was indeed well
wedged in me before quietly telling me how wonderful I was and said I was
going to make his son pleased for a very long time. As his car pulled away,
I was grabbed and carried into the bathroom and quickly made accessible for
my husband's now deliriously and excited needs, and he then proceeded to
fuck me senseless again and again, till he could no longer harden his cock
anymore.


Afterwards he made me douche again before earnestly pushing the monstrous
dildo up my anus again, paying particular attention to ensure it was so far
up me and the straps of the harness so tight, I actually had to walk on my
tippy toes to get back into the bedroom and bed! That night my husband
couldn't sleep for excitement and I was grateful that I now really didn't
mind having oral sex (four times!)


Early in the morning just before sun up, I was woken by something (or
feeling) I couldn't quite explain. I don't know what exactly, but somehow
or other things felt different inside me.


It wasn't until we were getting ready to shower together when as my harness
straps were loosened enough for me to take off the harness that my thickest
intruder simply dropped out of me without any need to grab the end and
gently tug on it.


My husband was just as surprised as I was and excitedly told me to bend
over, where upon he quickly and with no hesitation placed his hand easily
inside my anus and bending over further at his request, felt him push
gently against most of my insides, before saying I no longer had to wear
the harness anymore. His words were the most fantastic I'd ever heard
(except for last night with Grandpa of course) and my douche was better
than I could have ever imagined.


How much this meant to me was quickly displayed by my husband, who for the
first time was able to fuck me without needing any type of lubricant and
although it did hurt just a tiny bit, my husband following words about him
only having to grease himself lightly before fucking me in the future, had
me excited enough that neither of us got dressed that morning and he
gloriously fucked me in and out and around the house at just the slightest
urge, especially when I teased him with my mouth first.


That night I had the first chance to wear my bridal nightie and actually
wished I had a vagina instead of just an arse so my husband could have
presented me with the triple-crown trophy! Instead I had to settle for the
daily double and the enjoyable hard thrusting sex. Best of all was waking
up with a still slightly dripping bottom and a wet patch I'd been sleeping
on.


That morning we had to pack the car for our trip home. Neither of us wanted
to go, but I also had the booking to see Tom and then our own home wasn't
that much further on, so I wore my nicest travelling clothes and an
exceptionally nice pair of panties (and show off if I had to) and with both
of us squeaky clean (inside and out in my instance) we drove away, knowing
that the cabin was now spotlessly clean and our new secret hideaway
whenever we ever felt the need to visit.


When we pulled up at Tom's, he welcomed us both with hugs (as well as a
feel up for me) and happily ushered us inside into the building's cool air
conditioning. He happily told me that he knew I had a secret but that he
knew what it was, as the three of us laughed loudly. Ten minutes later I
was standing back up straight naked as the day I was born, while Tom took
off a pair of disposable gloves that he used to examine my anus.


He then asked me to lie down on the bench and he quickly placed my feet
into the stirrups and after talking to my husband while they lent in close
over my testicles (which he softly fondled), he looked up and said I'd be a
eunuch in a month, before again spraying my testes with freezing
anaesthetic and carefully clipping an extremely small gold ring onto my
ball sack just above the other one, which he then proceeded to carefully
cut away.


He also looked at my penis and I saw that my penis was both now much
thinner and actually very flaccid while also hopelessly drooping now the
casing had been taken off. It also felt quite strange to be free of its
tight confines as he boisterously informed me, I'd no longer have to worry
about erections either and it might be for the best if I considered sitting
down to pee in the future, because I'd probably never be able to pee
standing up anyway because the tendons and muscles in my penis were now
hopelessly stretched beyond repair.


He suggested to my husband that I might like to have my penis ring over my
ball sack and that way I'd be quite flat in-front if anyone ever saw me in
my underwear. He showed my husband how it worked and daddy was delighted to
see how easily penis ring fitted quite well around my ball sack, but it
could easily be left to uselessly dangle in front of me otherwise. I didn't
get asked for my opinion and was finally allowed to stand up again with my
penis now touching my ball sack (for a few months anyway).


He said he'd need to see me again in two week's so he could put my nipple
rings on for me and then talked to my husband about considering clamps
instead of rings and that he might like to consider breast implants for me
too, which they talked about at some in length over some drinks in Tom's
private lounge room. I was still feeling somewhat empty in my anus since I
no longer had anything huge inside of it and was also starting to feel
quite tingly and flushed over my groin and anus.


I heard Tom whisper to my husband "it's starting to work on her now Zach,
just wait a few more minutes for it to work its way right into her
bloodstream" as my husband asked me to come over and stand between their
chairs for a moment.


Soon afterwards I was kneeling on the lounge naked and sucking my husband's
cock quite happily while I felt Tom pounding away at my arse. It actually
felt quite good and I was amazed that my husband would let anyone else ever
fuck me after my post wedding initiation by my own family.


I felt and saw Tom's hand carefully hold small suction cups to my nipples
and then heard a low pitched buzz and felt my nipples being sucked into the
cups and clamped into them as they also started to hum and
vibrate. Whatever I had taken combined with the things attached to my
nipples was causing my body to react with fierce arousal and I started to
feel waves of pleasure starting to roll through my body as Tom now started
to fuck me faster and harder.


I would have liked to have put my head down and raised my bottom more for
better stimulation but my husband's hands on my face and his thick cock
thrusting to part way down my throat didn't allow for it.


"This is what you call being 'spit roasted' my dear" Tom informed me before
exclaiming he was coming and I knew that he'd finally got his wish to fuck
me. As he pulled out he quickly stuck something small up my arse as my
husband's needs now took preference as his cock forced my face up higher so
that he could go further into my throat until a few gagging minutes later I
swallowed his prodigious quantity of sperm without spilling a drop as
almost all of it had simply gone straight down into my gullet.


Tom then walked over and asked my husband how he'd liked his first spit
roast and handed him a small wad of money, which my husband put into his
pocket while shaking hands. Tom informed me that he had placed an "extra"
large absorbent tampon in my anus to ensue I didn't drip any sperm onto his
carpet, before handing me my underwear to put on and after that, my
clothes, before showing the both of us outside to our truck where I needed
to be helped into the front passenger seat as I was still quite dizzy.


After we finally got home and I'd had a short sleep, my husband told me
that he was going to go visit his brothers and I could stay at home and
rest. I was still feeling the after effects of whatever Tom had secretly
given me so didn't argue, instead settling for my husband's light kiss on
my lips and the thought I was now a wife with a small farm to look forward
to as well as a loving husband.

********Part 5 and the final chapter will be posted soon********