Her body gave in to mine with ease. I took great care with her gift and my heart soared when we were finally one. “ Now you’re mine and I’ll never let you go, never.” I rocked in and out of her warmth as she mewled beneath me. What an amazingly sensual creature. She moved with me her nails biting into my flesh. Never before, never has anything felt this good. I had to bite my tongue to hold back the words even as my heart thundered in my chest.
I loved her throughout the night, sometimes gently, sometimes not so much. But making sure each time that she found her pleasure. It was going to be a joy loving her her body had been made for mine. We fit, like a hand in a glove. When I’d finally exhausted the poor girl she was a limp mess as she slept across my chest. I was wide-awake, my cock seeking her still. He was insatiable having found his mate. He just wanted to keep going until there was nothing left but I knew she couldn’t take me anymore. Although she’d done a great job of taking me all through the night I think five times was more than enough. I ran my fingers through her hair as I listened to her breathe, before I too gave into sleep.
Chapter 4
Alana
My pussy was sore, but you won't hear me complaining, my hubby was good to me last night, all night, I'm a very happy girl. Kitty was doing her rendition of Abby Douglas, jumping and flipping and just all around fuck happy. Tattoos and piercings my heart just races and the mouth waters. No wonder those bitches wanted to scalp my ass. And shit did he know how to work it! Looks like I’m going to have to reevaluate and reassess the situation. Don’t get me wrong, my dad’s not a hayseed but he lives in LA. I never knew how much of himself he had to hide to fit in. But from the time I was old enough to understand the things mom taught me, and the history of where we came from, I always had this picture in my head. That was one of the hardest things for me to accept as a teen. Going backward in time. But it’s nothing at all like I expected. He is nothing at all like I expected. He curses, well not usually, but when the kitty was purring at him he sure was dropping the F bomb a lot. I rolled over in bed with a stupid grin on my face.
"How 're you feeling beautiful?" Fuck me, is this what I had to look forward to every morning? He stood in the doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom. There's a towel wrapped around his hips, chest bare, six-pack on full display and that damn tattoo on his hip. I wanna lick. Farm boy is fuck hot. It makes my mouth water just thinking about how fucking good he was between my legs last night, well my mouth and other things.
He leaned against the door hip cocked with a shit-eating grin on his face. That grin said I tore that pussy up and got the job done. You sure did big boy, umm. I rolled over onto my stomach head resting in my palm legs kicking in the air Alana is a happy girl. "I'd be much better after you come over here." He shook his head at me and smirked. Damn I could fuck that smirk right off his face.
"No can do wild thing, you need a breather, you're going to be sore as it is." I pouted at him, that didn't work. So I bit into my lip, rolled over letting the sheet slide down my body exposing my bare breasts. His towel tented. "Alana behave yourself." Hell fucking no, behaving wouldn't get me the dick. I worked the sheet lower, lower, until kitty was showing in all her glory. I wasn't done there though oh no. I bent one knee and played my finger teasingly from navel to clit, I heard a deep indrawn breath and then he was on me.
"I can't fuck you again baby girl, trust me you'll hurt, but I can take care of you." He gave me that fuck me smirk before he started kissing his way down the middle of my body making butterflies take flight in my tummy. When he reached the honeypot his touch was soft, gentle, little licks that teased.
My clit was swollen and sensitive as my juices started flowing. I grabbed his head between my hands and tightened my legs squeezing him to me as the tension grew inside of me. He fucked me with his tongue then, making me arch my back off the bed and into his mouth.
His big hands held my ass up so he could devour my pussy, he groaned in me and I felt it in my toes. "Ooh, what are you doing to me? That feels so good." I thrust my hips into his mouth urging him on. Each time I got close he would pull back, easing off, frustrating the hell out of me. "Fucking do it Cody." I got two large fingers shoved into my pussy for my troubles.
"Quiet." He growled into kitty and she nodded, yes indeed we like this shit.
Say no more big boy, carry on, do you. Those fingers did feel hella good though. He worked me over really good with his fingers and tongue. He's right I was a little swollen and tender, his monstrous dick had seen to that. I still wanted him to fuck me though. "Please just put it in a little." Now I'm whining. This is what he brought me to, pleading for the dick after only one night.
"No, behave, trust me I know what I'm talking about, tomorrow you'll be ready for more." Tomorrow! Fuck a tomorrow. Sheeiiit, he didn't know who he was playing with. "Okay, if you say so." I pouted prettily at him before he went back to licking me so good. I tried to ride his tongue like a dick, and although it felt fucking amazing I needed that burn from his long fat cock moving in and out of me, hitting that place inside that made me see stars.
"Kiss me." I started to put my plan in motion. Yeah uh huh, come on up here big boy. All I need is to get under that towel and my girl will do the rest. I pulled him up to me by his hair and attacked his mouth. He tasted like me, not sure about the taste but it wasn't horrible, he seemed to like it. I snaked my hand down, down, until I made contact with that glorious tool of his, which was fast becoming my favorite thing in the world, hell yeah.
"Baby, don't." He tried pulling away but I wasn’t having that shit. I pulled on him the way he had shown me in the night, but my mind was on something else. I wanted him in my mouth for the first time. At least this I know how to do, remember those lessons that mom didn't skimp on? Well this was one of them. I'd graduated from fruit to dildos before I was damn near an expert. I didn't even want to think about why my mom knew about these things, she was raised pretty strict after all. All she would say is that she didn't want me to be as green as she was when she first got married.
I slid my way down under him while keeping a hold on my new playmate. Before he could take his next breath I had his tip in my mouth. He hissed and that just spurred me on. I licked the bead of cock juice that had escaped from him before playing my way down his girth with my tongue. It was hard to believe that he could actually fit this thing inside me, wow. The female body truly was an amazing thing.
"Oh fuck, baby." Uh huh, I'd just swallowed him into the back of my throat, now to drive him insane. I used every trick Darlene had taught me. Hollowed cheeks, relaxed throat, swirling tongue, and balls in the palm of my hand, it all came flooding back. He didn't stand a chance. I methodically worked him over on to his back while staying between his legs. His hands were now in my hair keeping me in place. Not to worry big boy, I was truly enjoying this.
I felt powerful somehow. That I could make him tremble like this made me feel in control. I sucked him for a good ten minutes until my jaw started to hurt; it was only my first time with the real thing after all. I didn’t let him cum though I kept shutting off the pipe as mom called it. While he was coming down from his high of having me deep throating him I climbed on him and took what I wanted; every last inch of his beautiful cock.
He surprised me by grabbing my upper arms forcefully. "Where did you learn to do that?" I looked into his eyes and saw that he was serious. His jaw was clenched tight and he had murder in his eyes. He was so caught up in his question he didn't seem to realize I had climbed on his dick. And boy was he pissed. I gave a little twist of my hips as I sunk lower.
"Mom taught me on a banana." He pulled me down to him then, his mouth covering mine in a sweet mind blowing kiss. His hands on my ass guided me up and down on his rod. "Ummm, so good." I raised my hands above my head as I rode him. I don't think we’re leaving this room anytime soon. He sat up beneath me taking both breasts in his hands, his lips going to one while his fingers played with the other. This position sent him deeper inside
me and I got my burn. It hurt so good.
Chapter 5
Alana
Our two weeks were almost at an end, bummer, but we had a blast. We did make it outside for snorkeling and swimming and we remembered to eat at intervals. But he spent the last thirteen days inside me, wrapped around each other. I am so going to miss this. His attention focused solely on me makes me feel like I’m his whole world.
Tomorrow we head back and I’m a little apprehensive though he keeps telling me not to worry. “You’re worrying again. I thought I told you everything was going to be okay? Nothing’s going to hurt you wildflower, I won’t let it.” I looked up at him from my place on his chest. He’s so gorgeous it aches. Can I really share him? My heart raced at the thought and something must’ve shown on my face because he rolled me onto my back and slipped into me. I opened my legs wider to accept him as my mouth lifted to his. Damn he does nice and slow so good. Kitty was creaming by the third stroke, greedy bitch.
“I love being inside my wildflower.” Those words whispered in that heartfelt way went a long way to easing my fears. I worked my pussy on and off his cock as he slid in and out. When he lifted up and looked down at me, his hands in my hair holding my head back I couldn’t hold back the tears that formed. This was just so beautiful. He licked the tears from the corners of my eyes.
“I love you Alana Jackson, my heart.” And that sealed the deal. I came long and hard as I gave him back the words.
We pulled up to the house and all my angst came back full force. How would we go on from here? Arlene, Sharon and the little ones were waiting when we got to the house to greet us, or more to greet him I should say. They were pretty much pretending that I wasn't here, whatever. I felt a slight pang in my chest, and a slight tingle in my belly. This was it, sink or swim time.
I kept going headed for my room since no one was there to see me. The little girls seemed a little distant. No doubt their mothers had warned them about me, who knows, we'll see. I got undressed and showered all the while trying not to think of the fact that he was with them. I knew realistically that he had to spend time with his family, but tell that to my selfish heart.
I didn't go down to dinner. I wasn't hungry and I didn't feel like seeing anyone right now anyway. I was going to make it an early night. I wouldn't even let my mind wander to what Cody was doing right now. I did fall asleep with tears in my eyes and my ear buds in my ears though. I don't think I've ever felt so lonely and alone in my life.
Cody
Alana had disappeared the minute we got home. I know this was hard on her and that all my assurances would go only so far to easing her transition. I’d made up my mind to make things as easy for her as I could. I needed to spend time with the rest of my family though. I had been gone for two whole weeks, my daughters missed me and I them. Arlene and Sharon needed to reconnect. I saw the looks passing between them. I know they were trying to guess which one of them I would be spending the night with.
In my house I make the rules. There're no specific nights for specific wives and I don't spend all my time with my wives having sex. We do lots of things as a family, like little outings for the girls. I take Arlene and Sharon out together and alone according to how I feel. I also choose whose bed I will visit or who will visit mine. Sometimes I want alone time and so do they and there’s never been a problem before. Something tells me that that’s all about to change though.
I know to be fair I probably should spend the night with one of them but I won't. I choose to spend it with my new wife on her first night in our home. To me that was only fair. Is it really about being fair Cody or is the truth that you can’t stay away from her? I ignored that little niggling voice in my head I’ve done my duty for all these years. So what if I wanted to take this little piece of paradise for me?
I helped get the girls ready for bed after dinner and caught up on what had been going on in my absence. Everything seemed to be same as always so no worries there. "I'm calling it a night ladies..." I got up from the chair between them and made to head upstairs. It had been hours since I’d seen her and I missed her. It was going to be harder than I thought to get back into the groove of things. I wouldn’t slight my wives and in no way would I ever make them feel that I preferred one to the other. That would be a horrible thing for a man in my position to do. But right this minute with our honeymoon still so fresh in my mind, and the newness of having her under me. Fuck, two weeks weren’t enough. A year wouldn’t be enough.
"What, you're not spending the night with one of us?"
"Sharon, since when do you dictate what I do and where I do it?"
"I just think it's only fair."
"Duly noted, anything else you would like to say?"
"We were just wondering how long you planned to baby her, and if you were planning on giving her higher status since you seem so taken with her and all?" She was pissed and trying to hide it but not doing a very good job of it.
"What about you Arlene you have anything to add?" She looked away embarrassed as well she should, and shook her head no.
"Okay then let's set this straight once and for all, so there's no misunderstanding. Whatever you have going on in your heads that's on you. But that girl up those stairs is my wife you get it? MY WIFE. Don't ever presume to tell me how I should treat her. When I start mistreating either of you then you will have grounds to complain, until then I would remind you of your places. Don't ever question me again." I turned and walked away.
I've always been fair. I didn't see this as being unfair; I wasn't ready for my honeymoon to be over so sue me. Besides I did think it was only right that her first night in her marital home should be spent with her husband. Tomorrow was soon enough to go back to the norm.
I went to my rooms first to shower then in only my pajama bottoms I went to her. She was asleep with her headphones on. I started to smile until I got closer to the bed and noticed the tear tracks on her cheeks. My stomach tied itself in knots. I couldn't stand to see her cry. I climbed into bed behind her, drawing her into my arms as she awakened on a hiccupping sigh.
"Cody?"
"Shh, baby, I'm here." I kissed her fully awake and laid her back on her pillow, looking into her sad eyes that were breaking my heart. "I love you so much." Please be okay baby; I hoped my love would be enough. It seemed to do the trick; her face broke into a beautiful smile right before she captured my lips with hers. "I love you too."
I kissed my way down her body. It felt like days instead of hours since I'd touched her like this. I was starved for her touch, those soft, small hands roaming my back, taking my manhood into her palm. "How do you want me wildflower?" I whispered in her ear as I nibbled my way back up her neck.
"Soft and slow and dreamy, like the first time." She spoke so softly, like the young girl she is. She has so much confidence sometimes I forget how young she still was.
I entered her softness, gazing into her eyes as she clasped her legs around my hips, biting into her lip. I kissed her to stop my torment and she wrestled my tongue for dominance. I let her win. "You're so sweet baby, I could stay inside you forever." I moved in and out of her with slow deep strokes that set off little sparks down my spine. She arched against me as though my words had moved her. It drove me deeper still into her womanly warmth, my head swam with euphoria. I could never live without this after having tasted it. There's nothing I wouldn't do to keep her, nothing. She was my gift to myself, my one selfish treasure, no one else would ever know that though, it wouldn't pay for anyone else to ever know that.
Chapter 6
Alana
It's morning, time to face a new day among other things. I have no clue what the new day will bring. My new husband, (smile), just woke me up for some early morning nookie. At least that part of the honeymoon isn't over yet. I think sloppy morning sex has got to be one of my favs. Don't get me wrong, I love the down and dirty leg twisting, back contortionist kind too, but this, this feels like we're closer. Like we're renewing our love for the
new day.
I work my body beneath his, feeling him right where I need him most. So deep inside me, there's a sweet pleasure pain, but it hurts so good. His face is buried in my neck, his breathing is labored and that shit turns me on even more. The quickening of his pace when I squeeze a little let's me know that he likes what I'm doing to him. I know he likes the feel of my nails scraping down his back, and my heels bouncing against his ass as he rode between my legs.
"Oh, I'm cumming..." Lights burst behind my eyelids my body is saturated with heat, my walls quiver around him. As I draw his seed from him I bite him. Take that bitches he'll be wearing my mark for at least two days. I got a slap on the ass for that one. Should've known he'd be on to me.
"You're a bad girl." One last kiss then he turned on his back drawing me down to his chest.
"Okay wildflower, we need to have a little talk. I didn't want to do this on our honeymoon; that was our time, yours and mine. But now we're back, and this is our life now. No don't tense up it's nothing bad I promise. Just some things I think you need to know to help with your transition. First of all, this is not a competition between you and them. You do understand that don't you? If I spend time with Sharon or Arlene that does not mean I don't still love you. It just means that they need me or honestly, I need them at the time. It's not always about the physical either and I have no intentions of ever sharing what goes on behind closed doors between me, and any of you. There will be times when you might see me share a tender moment with one or the other of them. Nothing, none of this takes away from what I feel for you, just as what I feel for you cannot take away from what I feel for them. These are just words I know, emotions are a whole different matter. I expect you to take time to adjust, I will make allowances for the fact that although you were taught our ways you've never really lived them, and haven't seen them in action. Your parents because of the path they chose never had to follow the lifestyle. It would've been almost impossible for them to do it in that environment without ridicule. Those who speak out the loudest about injustice do not yet understand the injustice of trying to force their will on others. Our women are not mistreated, they're not second-class citizens. We don't spend our days lazing around doing nothing but having orgies with minors. There's crime here just as it is everywhere else. Contrary to popular opinion we are human, fallible like all the rest. I'm telling you these things to give you an idea of what you will face here. But what I want you to remember most of all is that you must come to me if ever there's a problem. I want your promise Alana, if something or someone harms you in anyway I need to know so I can handle it."
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