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Vivian's Story
bySummerElizabeth8©





- Chapter 1

My name is Vivian. I have been instructed by my
son-in-law to record the events of my training. My late husband
began teaching me on our honeymoon on how to service and please
him. This is the story of our beginning and how he turned me
into a cock worshipping slut.

I was raised to be a good girl. My mother was a
traditional 50's housewife that stayed at home and took care of
the kids and baked cookies. My father worked and brought home
the bread and made the decisions. Their roles in life were very
clear and so I chose to follow that model when it was my turn to
find a husband. I thought nothing would make me feel more secure
than to be taken care of like that. Then along came the sexual
revolution and women's liberation and every ideal that I had
held dear was turned completely upside down. Suddenly it was
wrong for a woman to take care of the home and children, wrong
to take care of her husband. Women were free to make their own
decisions and be liberated about sex, or so I was told by every
jerk on campus that only wanted to get into my pants. I knew
that to be a virgin on a college campus in the early 70's was
crazy, but I was taught that my virginity was something sacred
and a gift to my future husband. It wasn't so much a religious
thing, but a measure of respect for myself and my future husband.

Most of the guys that I met were only interested in
getting me drunk and getting laid. After a while, word got
around that I didn't do that kind of thing, and the "date"
offers dwindled. That was fine by me, I had not met one single
man that I thought was worth my time anyway. Until I met Paul. I
was a junior working in the campus bookstore when he came in to
get his books for the last term. He smiled and was polite, and I
found myself smiling back in spite of my usual shyness. He came
in the next day for a book that he had "forgotten" to buy and
when he finished in the checkout line, Paul asked me if I would
like to have lunch with him. I accepted.

Upon getting to know him, I learned that he was raised
in a similarly traditional household in the south. At the end of
our first lunch, Paul walked me to my dorm, and thanked me for a
nice afternoon. After he left, I thought to myself, well that is
the end of that. He got the idea that I won't put out, and I
will never see him again. I wasn't surprised that he didn't try
to kiss me, but I was a little saddened. I thought maybe this
one might turn out to be different.

As it turns out, he was different. He came again the
next day at lunchtime and so it went for a week until he asked
me out to dinner. He always seemed genuinely warm without
pressuring me, so I accepted. That night, we talked openly about
our expectations for our respective futures. I was open about my
need to stay a virgin until marriage, and he nodded as I spoke.

"I knew that you were different when I first saw you,"
he told me. "Do you know I watched you for half an hour before I
asked you for your help? You were so gracious to people and
trying to get what they needed. I am glad that you want to wait.
It makes it so much more special, like symbolically giving
yourself completely and totally to your husband ."

I blushed at his words, but I think that that was the
moment that I fell in love. I knew and he knew that I was lost.
He asked my father for permission to marry me six months later,
and I eagerly accepted. We agreed that because we were both in
our senior year in college, we would wait until graduation to
get married. It really wasn't that far away, but because we were
officially engaged, we felt at liberty to play and tease with
each other a little more than before.

I remember one night after dinner, he was walking me
back to my dorm in the dark. He took my hand and slipped me into
a dark alley in between two buildings. We were no strangers to
kissing by this time, so I brought my arms up around his neck
thinking he wanted to steal a private smooch before we got home.
Instead, he stretched my hands up to where an old sign fixture
was still sticking out of the wall. He whispered in my ear to
grab on to it and hold. As I stood there with my arms over my
head, he took a long look at my shape in the moonlight. He must
have liked what he saw, because he grinned and walked slowly
around me in a full circle. I was blushing profusely by the time
he came to stand back in front of me, but I stayed as he wanted
and returned his gaze. He brought his hands to my outer thighs
and rubbed my skin through the thin cotton fabric of my skirt.
Slowly, he rubbed in circles until his hands migrated to my rear
where he pressed me into him and kissed me passionately as I
hung onto the iron bar.

He broke the kiss and backed away and we both stood and
breathed heavy for a few seconds before he gave me a funny look
and motioned for me to let go of the bar and step back out onto
the sidewalk with him. I took his hand and snuggled into his arm
as we walked, glowing with love and desire. He kissed me lightly
when we reached the doorstep and he said goodnight.

Several times we pushed the boundaries of propriety, but
instead of upsetting my moral code, I found myself virtually
panting for more. He was an odd mixture of outrageous suitor and
perfect gentleman. By the time our wedding day arrived, I was in
a fit of longing, hardly daring to believe that our union would
finally be consummated.

I won't bore you with wedding details except to say that
my hair and dress were suitably out of 1974 and our wedding
pictures were something my daughter gets a good laugh out of
today. It was an entirely enjoyable affair with much celebrating
and good will. As we were packing to leave for our honeymoon,
Paul offhandedly remarked that I should not bother to pack any
underwear for our trip. In my overly horny state, I took his
remark at face value and left them all in the undies drawer. He
would not tell me where we were going on our honeymoon, only
that it would be hot, and that we would have plenty of time to
spend alone together.

I had packed a bikini, the first I had ever owned. I
remember hoping that Paul liked what he saw and was not
disgusted that I wanted to put my body on display. But I wanted
to tan, and he had told me that we would be alone. I could never
have pictured the tiny bungalow on a private beach on the back
of a posh island resort. I know it is cliché, but the sandy
white beaches and azure ocean water were an incredible sight to
behold. Having been raised in the Midwest, I had never seen an
ocean before. It was awe inspiring.

Paul smiled at my reaction and told me to unpack the
suitcases while he ordered lunch. I was happy to be occupied, a
little nervous but exceptionally excited about what was to
transpire that evening. I heard him hang up the phone with room
service and he joined me, in the bedroom, hanging up the last of
the items in the wardrobe. We made small talk until our meal
arrived. The conversation came easily, but the undercurrent of
desire and anticipation was making me twitter in my seat. I was
so keyed up, I could barely stand it. He must have noticed my
anticipation, because he pulled me into his lap and kissed me
deeply. When we broke apart, he looked a little stern.

"I want you to try to calm down and try to finish your
lunch. We have the whole week ahead of us, and I have something
to talk to you about after we finish here."

"Okay, I responded, trying to make my breathing even.
"I'm sorry, I am just so excited, to be here, and be with you,
and start a new life, it is a lot to take in right now," I said.

He grinned at me and motioned to finish my salad. "I am
sure we can come up with an outlet for your exuberance very
soon. And he winked.

I blushed to my core and finished eating with gusto.
When we were done, we wandered out on the terrace with some
wine. The afternoon was getting late, and the sun was just
barely making pink streaks in the sky. We watched in silence for
a minute and then he directed me to sit in one of the padded
lounges on the deck.

"I told you that I wanted to talk to you this afternoon.
What I have to say is fairly serious, so I wish you to remain
silent until I have finished, at which time you can feel free to
ask questions. I am sure will have many." He paused and I nodded
and looked on. "I know that you are a virgin, and you know that
I am not. I have been with many women, and have had much
experience with sex in all it's forms. Except one. For several
years now, I have been interested in Domination and Submission.
This means that I will take the lead role in all aspects of our
lives, and you will follow my direction, especially in the
bedroom. You will be my submissive, but also my wife and
partner. Know that I love and respect you and will always strive
to see to your protection and happiness." He looked at my face.
I know that I must have registered some shock, but I was curious
and more than a little aroused. I had always dreamed of a man
taking charge, but I had never really formed a concrete idea of
what all that would entail. I was about to find out as he
continued.

"Remember in the alley?" he asked. I nodded. "You held
on to the hook even after I broke away, and waited for me to
tell you to let go. You wanted to please me. And you did." I
blushed again. "You received gratification and satisfaction from
pleasing me. I could tell that you were the one. I have been
looking for you for a long time. Someone who I can bond with and
love and take care of even as she is there for me. I want to
truly make love with my partner who trusts me to take her to
incredible heights of desire. I can think of no other way to
cement a relationship with such a complete bond of trust." He
paused and held my eyes again. I stayed silent, but inside I was
squirming with questions. "You have followed my directions
admirably so far. You will be rewarded for that. But as fair
warning, I must tell you that deviation from my direction will
earn you punishment as well." He smiled as he finished, and his
expression became more open and inviting.

"Punishment like what?" was the first question out of my
mouth.

"Maybe a spanking, maybe some task to complete, it will
depend on the circumstances," he answered. "I have many evil
tricks up my sleeve to correct unacceptable behavior," he
grinned at me.

"What is our life going to be like, are you going to
decide everything, like what I wear and what is for dinner,
things like that?" I asked.

"Well, the day to day things like that, no, but I do
expect you to learn my preferences and take them into
consideration in your daily decision making...I am not a
complete control freak. I expect that we will work things out as
we go along without too much trouble."

"And what if I can't deal with all of this?" I asked.
"What if it is all too much for me to handle? I mean we are
talking about life and a marriage together till death do us
part!" I said breathlessly.

He paused a moment before he replied. "I have thought
this through. I have a solution that I want to share with you,
but not right this minute. This is our honeymoon, and I want us
to enjoy it. You have enough to think about for the moment. Lets
change and go for a swim." He stood and pulled me to my feel and
kissed me again. This time softly and gently as if trying to
reassure me of this brave new world.

I went into the bedroom dresser for the bikini that I
stashed earlier, screwing up my courage and changing as quickly
as possible. I didn't want to ponder too much. I liked what I
was hearing, even though it was scary. He seemed to want to let
the matter rest for now and have some fun, so I put myself into
the spirit. He left me in privacy to change, and I had a hard
time deciding weather I was disappointed or relieved.

Since he was already wearing a pair of khaki shorts, he
had no need to change and was waiting for me by on the terrace.
He did a double take as I walked out, and put his hand out for
me to halt in the middle of the entryway. I stopped and he just
stood and stared. Then he whistled low and shook his head.
"Lucky. I am a lucky man."

We splashed around for a bit, but it was getting darker
so we decided to go back to the bungalow. Again, he stopped me
on the terrace, but this time we were bathed in the soft new
moon light. I was shivering slightly as he told me to put my
hands behind my neck. I did as he said and stood with my feet
slightly apart. My pussy was all tingly and damp and I remember
thinking, "Here we go."

He reached up behind my head and untied the string that
held up the top of my bikini. It fell to my waist revealing my
well-built breasts to his gaze. Standing in the moonlight, by
skin was still slightly damp from our swim and they immediately
swelled and hardened as he gazed at me. My emotions were racing
as well as my hormones and I almost wished he would throw me to
the floor and be done with it. He only stood quietly, gazing at
my body, watching my breathing quicken.

"You are so incredibly beautiful," he said to me. "I
have waited forever for this night. Tonight, I will begin your
training. I will teach you to love everything that we do
together."

I was breathless in anticipation as he untied the string
on my bottoms and they fell to the floor in a puddle. I was
completely naked now, still holding still under his gaze. My
pussy was on fire and I was hungering for something just beyond
my reach. I expected him to continue to seduce me, but instead,
he pulled me to the chair on the terrace. I felt so exposed
sitting naked in the open, but I sensed that I needed to trust
him and go with this.

"I told you earlier that have a solution if you should
want to end this union. This is very serious. I know that you
would not give yourself to any but your rightful husband. If I
turn out to be the kind of husband that you can't live with, I
want you to leave this union with your virginity intact."

I gasped at this. Was he not going to make love to me?

"For a trial period of one year, we will be intimate as
husband and wife. You will serve me in the capacity previously
described. You will submit to me in every way or be punished.
The exception being that I will not use your pussy. I will only
use your mouth and anus to enter your body."

I gasped again and gaped at him. Did people really do it
like that? I'm not sure what I expected, but this wasn't it. He
pressed on.

"This will also ensure that there will be no children
before we are ready. On our first anniversary, if you decide
that you want to stay married to me, we will celebrate and I
will take great pleasure in breaking through your final barrier.
If you decide that this lifestyle is too overwhelming, you can
choose to walk away. I will not stop you, and you will still be
intact for another, perfectly vanilla marriage." He paused. "Go
and get ready for a nice hot bath. I will be in to help you
complete preparations for our wedding night in just a minute. I
have my own preparing to do while you are in the bath." He
kissed me gently, and rose to his feet. I followed suit and
gathered my things into the bathroom.


- Chapter 2

My thoughts were scattered. I hadn't been given the
opportunity to ask many questions, and as a result, I was trying
to assimilate everything at once. I was scared at the thought of
being made to accept his penis in my anus, but for the period of
a year at least, it seemed I had little choice. I knew
instinctively that that would be very uncomfortable at best. It
came down to trust. Did I trust this new husband of mine? He
seemed determined for me to be able to make a clean break if
this didn't work out. I couldn't see him doing something that
would be horribly scarring in some way. I determined then to be
the best wife that I could be in the next year and put myself at
his feet, both literally and figuratively. Only then could I be
totally satisfied that I had done my best to make the marriage a
happy one.

Paul came into the room as I was setting my toiletries
in the shower. I was still shy at being naked in front of him,
but he just grinned and motioned for me to sit on the toilet
seat. He had some kind of rubber contraption with tubes that I
had never seen before. It gave me tingles in the pit of my
stomach.

"This is an enema kit," he told me. "I am going to use
it to clean out your bowels." The tingling deepened and moved
lower. "You you are going to accept this tube into your rectum.
Then I am going to open this nozzle," he indicated, "and it will
let the cleansing solution from the bag into your body. When it
is empty, I am going to remove the nozzle and replace it with a
small plug so that none of the solution escapes." The plug that
he held looked so small, but I knew that it was going to take
getting used to. He continued.

"Of course you realize that you must be cleaned out
before I can put my cock in your anus," he said, and he couldn't
quite keep the leer out of his voice. "I will sometimes do this
to you and you will sometimes do it for yourself. There are
times when a full cleansing may not be required. You will
eventually learn to read and monitor your body and know when an
enema is necessary."

It all sounded so clinical to me, but the tingling
sensation had turned into full blown panting lust at the thought
that I would soon be accepting all manner of intrusions into my
rectal cavity.

As he set the enema kit on the counter, I stared at the
huge cock that strained the khaki shorts right in front of my
face. He paused momentarily to look down at me as I gazed at his
bulge. I suspect now that he was savoring the moment as it would
be one of the last that held pure innocence and lust combined.

He reached down and slowly undid the zipper of his
shorts to reveal his cock. I shivered slightly having never been
so close to one in person. The sight filled me with dread and
desire simultaneously. I was so horny for this but I thought
that I would be split apart by his huge manhood. I looked up at
him and he smiled at me as he took his now stiff member and
lightly stroked it. I stared as he brought himself to full
attention only inches from my lips and the urge to touch it was
almost too powerful.

He seemed to sense my desire. "Do you like what you
see?" He asked me. I could only nod as I continued to stare.
"Kiss the crown. Feel the velvet head and taste the salt water
from earlier," He directed me.

I leaned forward slightly and breathed in his scent. He
smelled sandy and salty and manly. I puckered my lips and placed
them on the underside of the crown of his luscious cock. Next I
let my lips part slightly to snake out my tongue and taste the
saltiness that had collected there. He moaned and his cock
bounced up and brushed my cheek. I remember wondering how
something could be so soft and so hard at the same time. I knew
I wanted more.

He took a hold of it by the base and directed it towards
my mouth. I kissed it again this time directly on the peak of
the head, and swirled my tongue around some to savor the salty
flavor. He was delicious. I looked up at his hooded eyes and
knew that he was enjoying it too.

"Suck it into your mouth and use your lips and tongue
like it was a popsicle," he instructed me.

I did as he said, and sucked the head gently into my
mouth as I swirled my tongue under the ridge. I felt like such a
slut sitting here learning how to suck cock, but instead of
being ashamed, I was incredibly turned on! I had never felt
anything but distain for the girls on campus that bragged about
sucking off someone on the football team or whoever. In that
moment, I felt such pride and arousal that I could give Paul
this pleasure, it was incredible. Paul was murmuring under his
breath and as I sucked, I caught fleeting noises about good
little girl.

Suddenly, his hands came up to the sides of my head, and
he stilled my movements and looked down at me. "I am going to
press further into your mouth now, and I want you to take it
into your throat as deep as you can. Hold your breath and do
your best not to gag."

I nodded and opened my mouth wider to accommodate him
and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes as I felt his cock
slide slowly in over my wet lips deeper into my mouth. He was in
charge now, holding my head steady as he pushed his hips forward
to lodge the head of his cock in my throat. My throat muscles
strained and worked around his dick as I tried to hold off my
gag reflex. He held it there until finally, I couldn't take it
anymore and I pushed back against the hands holding my head as I
tried to come up for air.

He let me go and I gasped for breath. I could see his
grin through the tears that had gathered, and I could tell he
was pleased. "That was wonderful, pet. I am very satisfied with
your cock sucking effort so far," he told me as I smiled up at
him. "Did you like that?"

I considered for a minute. "I liked the taste and feel
of you," I told him. "I liked how it made me feel to pleasure
you."

He grinned and buckled himself up as he turned back to
the counter. "Now, for the enema. I will teach you how to do
this for yourself later, but tonight, I want to administer this
myself. Bend over the counter while I prepare the bag."

I did as I was told, and watched him at work. He turned
on the tub spout and set the water to warm. I could not believe
that I was going to submit to this, that I actually wanted it by
this time. I wasn't sure how it would feel, but my pussy was
literally throbbing with pent up desire and I would have agreed
to just about anything at that point. There was a tube of
lubricant and the small anal plug on the counter next to me in
preparation.

He came up behind me again. "Hold your cheeks open for
me," he ordered.

Oh, God, how humiliating! Not only was I about to
receive my first enema, but I was required to hold my ass open
for him to administer it! My pussy pulsated as I reached around
to spread my cheeks open to his view. He brought his hand up to
my core and gently stroked until the moist lips parted to reveal
my clit standing up and begging for attention. When he stroked
his finger across my clit for the first time, I thought that my
world would shatter.

"Have you ever had an orgasm before?" he whispered in my
ear.

I nodded, too embarrassed to speak. I had masturbated
some, but it had brought only temporary relief.

"This is a very important rule that I want you to
remember. You are not to play with your pussy or come without my
permission. Not ever. I will punish you like the bad little girl
are if you touch yourself without my ok. This is one of the
primary rules, got it?"

I nodded again, but that wasn't good enough for Paul. "I
want to hear you say it!" He commanded me.

"Yes, yes," I moaned, almost delirious with excitement
and anticipation.

Suddenly, I felt the cool touch of his lubricated finger
on my exposed anus. I moaned again as he gently pressed the tip
of it just inside the tight ring. His other hand came up to play
with my stiff nipple and I felt myself arching back to meet the
invading finger in my ass. Encouraged, he went deeper, smearing
the lube in more before gently rocking his finger in and out of
my tight little hole.

I had never felt anything like this sensation before. It
was slightly uncomfortable, but incredibly arousing as I
realized that I was being sodomized with my husband's finger. I
flushed in arousal more when I realized that It would soon be my
husband's cock doing the sodomizing.

However, what I felt next was a little different. The
nozzle of the enema tube was hard and cool as it slipped into my
rectum. I felt the same slightly full sensation as I has I had
with his finger and then a warm rush as he opened the nozzle to
let the water into my waiting ass.

"Oh!" I exclaimed as the unfamiliar swelling sensation
began in earnest. After a few seconds, he closed the clamp, and
I tried to get up. He pressed me back down with the palm of his
hand on my back.

"Where are you going, little girl?" he asked me.

"I have to go!" I almost shouted at him, but he just
laughed quietly.

"Not yet, little girl. I only gave you a small amount of
fluid. Your body is trying to expel, but for the enema to work
properly, you must hold it in. Calm down , breathe evenly, and
relax your anal muscles."

I did as he directed and soon, I was getting more used
to the sensation. I calmed down, and Paul opened the clamp
again. This time, I was slightly more prepared for the
sensation, but it was still very uncomfortable. He let the bag
drain this time before clamping the tube and removing the nozzle
from my stretched anus. In a flash, he has the plug and was
working it into my ass. The sensation of being stuffed with the
cold plug after the warm water rush of the enema was very
strange.

At this point, I wasn't really sure that I was going to
enjoy anything else that was going to happen tonight. I was
full, uncomfortable, scared, felt like I had to poop like crazy,
and almost mad at Paul for putting me in this predicament. I
told myself just to muddle through and do my best to please my
new husband. He stroked my back, leaned over and started
whispering in my ear again.

"Shh...shh. Hush little girl. Relax and let the water
work in your body." He started stroking lower around my buttocks
and then slipped in between the folds of my pussy. That felt
good, but at this point, I was still holding onto my
indignation. I moaned and squirmed to try to communicate with
him, but he was having none of it.

"Focus on my voice. Remember why you are here. You are
on a beautiful tropical island in a private bungalow with your
new Husband and Master. You are being cleaned out in preparation
to receive your Master's hard cock in your tight little ass." He
began teasing my clit with one finger, fluttering it lightly but
rapidly. I was starting to heat up more again, spurred by his
words as much as his finger.

"Your ass is going to stretch around my cock and feel so
good. You are going to make me so proud by submitting to my
cock. This is what you were made for." And he kissed me so hard
that I almost lost my balance, but fortunately he was there to
steady me.

He positioned me standing, but bent over the toilet and
pulled his shorts down again. His dick dangled obscenely in
front of me and I had an overwhelming urge to take it in my
mouth again. I stretched out to do so, but he stepped back.

"You must always ask permission to touch your Master.,"
Paul said. "This is another rule for you to abide by. It is a
sign of respect and devotion for my person. I, however will not
usually ask your permission to touch you. You will see my
absolute respect for you in other ways." He looked at me
expectantly.

"M..MM...May I please suck on you, Sir?" I stammered as
I looked up at him. I felt like such a complete whore, but
desire sang in my veins. I could feel a slight cramping in my
bowels, but I didn't care.

He smiled and nodded and I leaned forward and parted my
lips. I gently kissed the head of his cock before running my
tongue up and down the sides. It jumped a little and surprised
me, but I liked the growing hardness. I sucked the head in
gently and worked it a little in my mouth some. I was unsure of
what to do, but Paul was smiling and moaning slightly and seemed
to be enjoying my ministrations. I remembered from earlier, and
opened my mouth wide to try to work the head further into my
throat. I think I might have scraped his member slightly with my
teeth, but he made no complaint.

I had a little rhythm going when my gag reflex kicked in
and I choked. When I did, I was forcefully reminded of the enema
and plug in my ass. The sensations of being stuffed were almost
overwhelming, and I started to get panicky. Paul must have seen
the look in my eyes, because he pulled his dick out of my mouth
with a pop and pushed down on the back of my neck to hold me
still.

"Shh...calm down. Hold it all in." I stopped struggling,
but I had tears in my eyes. I felt like I had to go so bad, but
I concentrated on taking calming breaths. I eventually felt it
working, and the panic receded. I looked up at Paul, waiting to
be led.

"It is time for you to expel your enema." I was
immediately scared, but his voice was gentle and calming. "Here
is what I want you to do. Sit upright on the toilet and count to
50. Then remove the plug from your anus. Do this quickly, or you
will make a mess and upset me. The enema will come rushing out.
It might scare you, but I promise that you are only being
cleaned out thoroughly. Take your time, and when you feel like
you are completely empty, go ahead with your shower. I will be
waiting in the bedroom."

He gave me a searching look which I answered with a nod,
and once again, I was left with my own thoughts of what had just
happened to me. It almost seemed surreal. Like I had watched
another woman receive a cleansing from across the room.

I sat and began to count. At around 20, I could feel the
water moving down and I instinctively clenched down more tightly
on the plug. My desire was receding quickly as I began to feel
more like I was going to explode. I tried to focus and remember
his words to me. His face was utmost in my mind and I saw his
warmth and caring. I felt a sense of calm come over me as I
reached 50. I was ready to finish this thing and give myself
completely to him. I knew that I trusted him and I loved him. My
hand brushed my moist pussy lips and I shivered as I reached
down and pulled out the plug.


- Chapter 3

I couldn't describe the feeling that were coursing
through me as I expelled the enema. Certainly fear mingled with
lust, but it was so intense that it was as if I was experiencing
every emotion in the universe at once. It was over with in
seconds, but I felt drained as I sat on the toilet seat. I have
no real idea of how long I sat there, but after waiting for a
bit, I cleaned up and started the shower.

The evening air in our bungalow had turned chilly, so I
made the shower nice and hot. I washed and stood under the
stream, feeling the hot water melt away some of my tension. It
was impossible not to enjoy the surroundings. The bathroom
featured an entirely glass wall facing out to the open ocean.
There was planter box just outside that provided some privacy
but still let the magnificent views be seen. It was filled with
the most beautiful and exotic plants that I had ever seen in my
small mid-western life.

The lights on the ocean and the stars set an incredibly
romantic mood, and for the first time, I forgot my apprehension
and realized that I was here with my husband. The man I loved
and wanted to honor above all others. The man who would be my
partner in life. I would be the same for him. With thoughts of
the romance to come this evening instead of the actual events
that would transpire, I finished my shower and dried off. Paul
left me alone during all this time, only knocking once to ask if
I was all right. I was just fine.

I took my time and primped somewhat, enjoying the
leisure. I knew that I had better not push my luck, though. My
new husband was waiting. Unsure of his wishes, I stepped out of
the bathroom completely naked. He looked swiftly up at me,
seemingly surprised at my naked state. Thinking about it now, it
was kind of a metaphor for my thoughts at the time. Naked,
waiting for him to mold me.

Paul came up to me slowly, looking me in the eyes the
whole time. He drew me slowly into an embrace and bent his head
to kiss me. Gently, his tongue parted my lips, and I felt the
sizzle in my loins start again. His kiss was gentle, but I felt
myself growing impatient, wanting more and deeper contact with
him. He broke apart and chuckled at me. "A bit excited, are
you?" he asked teasingly.

I grinned up at him and he gently steered me over to the
bed. Easing me backwards, he leaned into me with another kiss. I
eagerly responded to him, bringing my arms up around him to
encourage him to come closer. He lost his footing and came
tumbling down on top of me on the bed. I ducked and laughed and
he rolled over completely on top of me. He pinned my arms above
my head and leered down at me.

In his best evil villain voice he said to me, "I have
you now my sweet. You are my prisoner!"

I laughed and tried to roll out from underneath him, but
he was having none of it. He flopped me like a rag doll over his
lap. "You must be punished for trying to escape me!" he declared
and brought his hand down on my left ass cheek. It wasn't hard
enough to really hurt, but as he continued, I could feel the
heat build inside and out. Soon, I was arching my back to get my
ass up higher for him. I felt like a cat in heat.

He started rubbing my cheeks in the same spots that he
had made pink. His right hand slipped lower to my moist core and
I opened my legs slightly for him to get better access. He
started slow, but gradually increased the friction on my clit,
and I could feel my juices start to really flow again. He leaned
over and whispered in my ear again, "I have you now".

He continued manipulating my pussy until I thought I
would scream before gently rolling me over on my back again. He
pushed my knees up to my chest and spread my thighs wide. I
couldn't see his face, but I could feel his hot gaze directly on
my spread open pussy. I know I was blushing down to my toes at
his close scrutiny, but I held still and let him look his fill.

He lowered his head and planted a soft kiss on the
inside of my thigh. I quivered as he repeated the act a little
higher up. A little higher up and a litter higher until he
paused right above my quim. I shuddered as I felt his hot breath
caressing my sensitive clit. He slowly lowered his head and
touched the very tip of his tongue to my nubbin. I couldn't
believe that he was doing something so intimate. This seemed so
depraved to let a man do this to me. Even if that man was my
husband. I blushed even more, if that's possible.

He started slowly sweeping his tongue around the inside
of my pussy lips. He used long motions, apparently wanting to
lap the dew seeping out of my hole. After gathering the outer
moisture, he focused his tongue on broad strokes up and down
from my clit to my perineum. Every now and then he would stop to
swirl around my clit a few times. This had me breathless and
crazy and I was afraid that if he did that for too much longer,
I would loose control.

He slithered around some more and then snaked his tongue
down to my tight rose hole. I was unprepared for this. Now this
was too intimate. I moaned and thrashed my head back and forth.
I tried to protest, but he grabbed my hands at my waist and
stilled me.

"You will be silent and allow me to do this. Pay
attention to your body," he instructed. I closed my eyes and
allowed my mind to picture our bodies from above. The scene of
me on my back with my legs spread and my pussy exposed was bad
enough. Picturing my husband's muscular back and dark head
between my thighs had my head swimming. And add the final
mortification that he was licking my virgin ass hole had my
pussy quivering and the juice running down towards his laboring
tongue. I was so ashamed that I was actually enjoying this. What
kind of woman would get pleasure from such an act?

With a last lingering lick, he eased up on the bed and
covered my body with his. He bent to kiss me again and this
time, I showed no hesitation in displaying my horny state. The
musky taste of myself was a potent intoxicant and I greedily
sucked on his tongue as I lifted my hips to meet his. I felt his
hard cock against my soft belly and it sent me even deeper into
a frenzy. I couldn't stop myself from humping against him and
whimpering in frustration.

Paul slowly lifted himself up off of me and watched me
writhe uncontrollably for a few seconds and then reached to the
bed table beside him. He came back with a small tube of some
kind of liquid. His hands urged me up and into a position on all
fours. He put a pillow under my abdomen and gently pushed my
head down to rest on the my arms and spread my knees wide, but
comfortably.

"I am going to prepare your little hole to take my
cock," he addressed me again. "First, I will use the lube and my
finger. I am going to use a generous amount." I heard the squish
noise as the lube and air were expelled from the tube onto his
finger. "Just a little chilly now. Shh..." he crooned as I felt
the cold lubricant touch my tight little rosebud.

He spread it around some before dipping his finger into
the narrow opening. I gasped at the sensations, still a bit
strange. It took less time to get used to his finger this time,
and the lube warmed quickly to my body temperature. I was afraid
that he would just get on top and jam his cock right into my
ass, but he looked as if he understood my reservations.

"I am going to take my time with you tonight, little
one. I am going to be as gentle as possible with you," Paul said
to me tenderly. "I still want you to know that no matter how
much I prepare you, it is still going to hurt some. That is the
nature of the act and unavoidable until you get used to it." He
came over to the side of the bed and crouched down next to me. I
lifted my head to look him in the eye. I could tell he was
serious. "I am sorry this will hurt. I love you."

I was truly touched by his compassion. I knew then that
I could place more trust into the hands of this man, and I
settled back into position, ready and waiting.

He went back around and sat on the edge of the bed
behind me. I could feel his gaze on my most private places
again, and I felt another rush. He leaned forward until I could
once again feel his breath on my open pussy. His finger gently
twisted its way back into my anal passage. I could barely hold
still, but he seemed to be taking his time. His hot breath was
steady. I knew that he could smell my soggy cunt and that just
inflamed me more. His finger gradually worked its way deeper
until I could feel his knuckles against my moist lips. He rocked
in and out several times before pulling all the way out.

I heard the snap of a lid and the gush of more lube, and
this time, I felt more than one finger working its way into my
rectum. This was slightly more uncomfortable, but tolerable, I
decided. He started twisting them around, trying to loosen my
tight channel. I was rocking back on my knees at this point,
desperate to keep his hands in contact with my body. I was
unprepared, however when he spread his two fingers while buried
deep in my hole. I jumped forward on my knees a little and he
hushed me again.

"I know that hurt a little, Sweet, but I want you to try
to focus now. Focus on my voice, and focus on what your body is
feeling at my hand," he murmured. I was mesmerized. "Don't just
focus on the pleasure or the pain. Let them merge. Focus on
sensation. Open your body to me."

I dipped my head low and brought my ass high to allow
him greater access. I couldn't believe that something that hurt
like that could have me begging for more. It was like it didn't
matter what act I was performing or what it felt like. As long
as I could do it for him, I was willing to give anything. I was
all his, now. There was no turning back.

A third finger was added to my rectum and Paul placed
his hand on the back of my neck to hold me in place. Greasing
them all good back and forth for a few, he then gently spread
his fingers until I could feel the cool breeze just inside the
warm interior of my ass. I had no desire to struggle this time,
as the cool/warm sensation caused fire to lick through my veins.
He held me open for a moment before withdrawing his fingers.

I heard him rustle his clothes behind me and squirt more
lube. He came around and stood next to the bed near my head.

"Open your eyes and watch me. Watch me get ready," he
told me. "Tell me what I am preparing for," he instructed. "Be
specific"

"You are getting ready to stretch my virgin asshole with
your cock," I panted, as I watched him slowly pull on his hard
cock. I was blushing so much, it felt like my face was engulfed
in flames. "I am going to receive your cock in my backdoor and
finally see how it feels to serve my Husband."

The look in his eyes as he gazed down at me was intense.
He growled deep in his throat and grabbed me by the hair. I was
startled, but he brought me up and his mouth down to my lips in
a fierce kiss. I responded and he deepened the kiss before
breaking off and slowly easing me back down on the bed by the
hair. I went back down on my hands and knees, head down, ass
high in the air.

Paul was ready. So was I. I felt the bed shift behind me
as he moved himself into position. His hard member grazed my
cheeks and I think I whimpered. I felt the cool air on my
rosebud again as he separated my cheeks and slowly rubbed the
head of his dick up and down my crack. I was scared and excited
at the same time. I didn't want to get hurt, but then again, the
hurt had been so good earlier. I wanted it done, but I wanted
this deliciousness to last forever.

I screamed and went rigid as I felt the head slip easily
into my lubed hole. "Shh...relax," he whispered in my ear. "I
know it hurts, but I am not pulling out. You will get used to
it. I am going to hold it here while you try to calm down. Relax
and breathe."

I tried to do as he instructed, and in an few moments, I
was breathing a bit easier. I consciously relaxed my muscles and
settled back into position. "Good girl," he whispered to me. I
felt him move a fraction further into my sore rectum and I
stayed as still and relaxed as I could to accept it. Slowly but
surely, he worked the entire length of his member into my ass
and groaned as his hairy balls grazed my juicy, open cunt.

We were both gasping for breath as he began to slowly
move back and forth. The sensations were incredible to me. The
actual feeling of having a cock pumping my ass well as knowing
that I was submitting to it willingly had the juice dripping out
of my pussy and down my thighs. After a few minutes, he told me
to reach down and hold the lips of my pussy open, but not play
with myself in any way. I couldn't believe it! He wanted me to
do something so nasty, but I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it
because he told me to, and because I knew that I wanted whatever
he would do to me.

The breeze was cool on my exposed clit and I desperately
wanted to rub it as Paul picked up the pace to piston my behind.
The pain was getting hard to ignore again, and I begged him to
let me play with my pussy. He reached down and flicked my clit
gently with his finger. I whimpered and moaned, and he chuckled.
With the pad of his finger, he traced circles as I continued to
hold myself open. I couldn't help but buck slightly which sent
his cock deeper into my ass. He growled again and braced himself
with both arms on the bed to drive his pole as deep as he could.

I was crying now, in pain and in pleasure. He was
spearing me so deep. His balls slapped on my clit with each
thrust, and it drove me crazy. My clit was throbbing and my
whole body was on fire. I heard him whisper to me to play with
my clit and I practically attacked it, rubbing and spanking,
searching for more of that incredible sensation. It seemed like
I couldn't get enough, couldn't quite reach that plateau of
feeling that always signaled the onset of orgasm for me.

I started getting close, and I told him so. "I am too, I
want you to wait until I tell you. Hold onto it until you hear
my ok. Can you do you do that?" he asked. I nodded into my
pillow, incapable of speaking. I was right on the verge, holding
onto the rhythm of the pain to keep me steady.

He plunged in and out as I clutched him with my muscles.
I could not feel his balls swinging low any longer, but his cock
seemed incredibly harder than it was before. It was mind-blowing
and I knew that I couldn't hold on much longer when I heard him
say, "Now!" He lunged forward and buried himself to the hilt. I
crumpled under him and my world shattered into a thousand
pieces. I came with such intensity I thought I might pass out.
Paul wrapped his arms around me as we rode it together and
finally crashed down to earth, and collapsed on the bed in a
heap.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear. "You are
incredible. You are the one for me." I smiled to myself as I
dozed off. I was sated and happy that I had pleased him so well.
I fell asleep quickly, knowing I would need my rest.

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