by Izzy Slam
“Oh, I love you, too. So much…” His eyes fluttered closed and he licked his lips. And it was then that I sank my lips down the length of his hardness, feeling the urges swell between my legs.
Master treated my mouth with the fury I imagined he would treat my pussy if he could have me right now. And his hot seed was draining down my throat within minutes. But he didn’t pull himself out. He just kept thrusting, and I kept sucking, until he was hard once again.
When he reached behind him and found my aching snatch, his finger found my clitoris with amazing precision, and he teased my hard bud until I was allowed the same release.
I groaned deeply against the head of his manhood as it rubbed against my throat, and seconds later, warm earthly liquid dispensed in my mouth.
“You make me cum so much,” he groaned, teasing my clit with fast and furious flicks of his finger.
I bucked my hips like a wild bronco, feeling my vagina contract over and over in rapid succession. Part of me wanted him to insert his finger into my depths so I could finally feel the deep penetration my body was craving. But he wouldn’t do that until we were sure I was pregnant.
We spent the next few days in the hotel, eating and fucking like beasts in the wild. My jaw was beginning to get sore, and that need to be rammed full of my master’s meat was overwhelming.
“Master,” I told him one afternoon after we finished our tea. “I need you to fuck me.”
His eyes grew wide, and I noticed the crotch of his pants quickly tented. “I want to fuck you too, my lovely bride. But we must wait until we know you are with child.”
I took my dress off and let it fall to the floor, showing him my breasts that were heaving. He licked his lips and adjusted himself. “Darling, you know how much I want to.”
“Do I?”
I touched my breasts, forcing my nipples to pucker and turn red.
He walked to me and gripped my hair, tugging it tightly until my scalp burned. His lips were against mine. “If you push me on this, you’ll be sore for days.”
“Why would I be sore, Master? I just need you inside of me.”
Noises rumbled up from his chest. “Wait here.”
He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them for a moment before walking to the dresser and sorting through his clothes. I sat on the bed, my pussy throbbing with need, and I waited for him to come back to me, to quell the storm raging between my legs.
When he turned to face me, he was holding two belts, and he commanded me on my hands and knees, ordering me to hold onto the iron bars of the headboard. I laid my head on the pillow, excitement pulsing through me.
“You’re attempting to lead me off the Lord’s path, so I need to remind you of your place, my innocent bride.”
I stared in awe as he wrapped a belt around my wrist, pulling it tight and securing it to the bed so that I couldn’t escape. He did the same thing to my other arm before disappearing from my sight.
“I … I know my place, Master, please…”
He patted my head. “Don’t worry, darling. This will feel just as good to you as it does to me. And it will satisfy your need to be penetrated by your husband’s raging hard cock.”
I groaned as I heard him rummaging through his things, flipping my head from one side to the other to try and see what he was doing.
He pulled the table next to the bed from the wall and plugged in a long, black cord, adding to my confusion. “Master, what are you doing?”
A loud hum filled the room, the vibrations from the hum hitting the bed, between my parted legs.
“Wh—what is that?”
“A personal massager I got from a friend,” he answered, pushing my knees wider apart. “You’ll discover exactly what it does if you drop a few inches on the bed.”
I’d heard of personal massagers. There was talk of them all over the farm. Rumor had it that one of the virgins there had acquired a manual one illegally, but I have no idea when she used it because they were obviously loud. And since our hotel had wall sockets, this was one luxury I was happy to indulge in.
Anxious to try it out, I lowered my dripping pussy, feeling the intensity of the machine as it touched my clit. I gasped and lurched in place, quickly dropping back down to feel it once again. The motor made a grinding noise, and when I dropped my head to get a look at it, I could see a large, round bulb spinning in a slow circle.
I lowered my hips again, this time holding steady when it touched my clit.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned. The vibrations from the massager tickled my clitoris and passed up my spine, all the way to my breasts, forcing my nipples to respond by shrinking like dried figs.
“I knew you would enjoy it,” Master said, sinking onto the bed behind me and gripping my hips. “And it will benefit you as I enter your tight little rear and plunge myself to the depths of your bowels.”
I squeezed my hands around the iron bars, feeling the leather from the belts press into my wrists as I clenched my eyelids shut. My rear began trembling and shaking as an orgasm began to take root. Every few seconds I’d come off the massager in order to edge away from the orgasm, then go back down to bring it right back. It was making me delirious, being able to control my body and how quickly I came. I was thrust into a world of intense physical pleasure, one that was so powerful, I didn’t object when my master pushed a finger inside my tight rose.
“Your bottom is so tight and so ready for me.”
I heard slick sounds as he stroked himself a few times, then pressure as he pushed the head of his manhood at my entrance. I rocked my hips, lightly brushing my clitoris along the head of the massager, and my husband groaned as he pushed in deeper.
There was a burning sensation and a feeling of fullness, but I just kept rocking my hips softly, masturbating on this device and feeling that balloon swelling between my legs.
“I’m almost there, my love. And dear God,” he clipped out. “Your ass is quivering for me.”
As the pressure intensified, I released a long moan, feeling as though I might cum before he was even inside of me. But just as my delicate rose felt as though it would tear like paper, there was a release, and I felt the soft rocking motions of my husband as he fucked my little bottom.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, holding my waist as he drove in and out.
The pleasure intensified by a hundredfold, waves of ecstasy crashing into me like never before.
“Master … I’m going to cum!” I squeaked.
“Yes, cum on my cock!”
My fingers tightened around the bars, and as he quickened his pace, my lower half began spasming out of control as I exploded into orgasm.
“That’s it,” he grunted. “Give it to me.”
I huffed and rocked against him, our flesh slapping together loudly as he took the most vulnerable part of me and turned it into a place of immense sexual pleasure.
I lost count of how many times I came, but when I heard Master roar, it wasn’t long before I felt his hot liquid drizzling from my back entrance.
New emotions washed over me, intense and heavy. But they also made me feel lighter, freer. Knowing my husband would ensure my own pleasure, something not all husbands did with their wives, made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Over the next few days, we continued experimenting with the massager, assuming different positions for Master to take me in my forbidden entrance. He made several deposits in my vagina, holding the massager over my clitoris as he sprayed his seed along my hymen. He was determined to get me pregnant while leaving my innocence intact. But I knew—I believe we both did—that I was anything but innocent by the end of our honeymoon.
On the ride home four days later, I was blissfully happy as Master held my hand. But I still had that longing for him to fill me completely, to feel his manhood enter my tight pussy, break through my barrier, and make me cum like a wife deserved to cum.
Chapter Five
The next three weeks weren’t much different than our honeymoon. My body wa
s put to the test as my preacher husband committed vile acts on me. And I loved every moment of it. There were nights he would lay his hands across my belly and say a prayer, right before spreading my legs wide and licking me to completion, proudly proclaiming that the soft contractions of my vagina as I came were a sign of a healthy, pregnant wife.
Personally, I think he just enjoyed the taste of me, and the way my body would thrash with each orgasm.
I enjoyed watching him have his release as well, especially when I was allowed to suck his length with my mouth. He seemed insatiable. We both were, consummating our new union on a daily basis, often twice a day.
Sometime around the fourth week, I awoke the same way I did every day: with his hardness sliding between my thighs. He would usually do this to have his morning release, and I would arch my back and press him between my folds so that his head rubbed along my clitoris. But this one particular day, something felt … different to me. And the moment I felt his trail of pre-cum smear along my flesh, a sickness rolled through my gut that sent me running for the outhouse. I didn’t make it, however, retching into the grass the moment I stepped foot outside. Master was behind me in a flash, holding my hair up to keep it from getting soiled. Every time I thought I was finished, the nausea would grip me again and I’d dry heave until I saw stars.
When I was finally able to catch my breath, Master picked me up and carried me back to the house, tucking me back under the covers and bringing me a cold washcloth.
“I think I have cholera,” I told him tearfully, scared out of my mind that I was in danger.
He wiped my brow and sat next to me, his presence bringing me so much comfort. “Is your stomach cramping?”
I shook my head.
“You don’t look ill. If this is what I think it is, a little bedrest is all you need.”
I threw the back of my hand over my forehead dramatically. “What do you think it is?”
I knew, I was just scared to admit it.
I heard Master chuckle as he kissed me on the forehead. “You’re pregnant with my child. I’ll go into town and get Dr. Flannigan right away.”
He stood to leave and headed to the kitchen, bringing me a cup of hot tea and a basin, just in case.
“I’ll return in thirty minutes, my love. Stay in bed until I get back.”
I nodded weakly, and as soon as he was gone, I drifted back to sleep. When I woke up, I heard voices around me. Dr. Flannigan had come back with my husband, which initially worried me. If I were only pregnant, what was the rush? Could he have suspected something more serious?
“I believe you’re right, Brother Roy. It doesn’t look serious at all.”
The doctor immediately set to work on convincing me to let him perform an internal exam, but when he explained what it entailed, Master had to let him know that I was still, technically, a virgin.
You could have heard a blade of grass fall to the floor after that confession. But he wanted to see for himself, which I allowed.
After realizing that my husband had told the truth, Dr. Flannigan pulled him into the kitchen to talk. But I could hear everything that was said.
“You mean to tell me you have yet to consummate your marriage?”
“We have consummated, doctor. Just not in the traditional sense.”
“I don’t understand.”
“We had sex, but I didn’t go all the way in. You know, just the tip.”
Silence followed.
“That’s impossible.”
“I can assure you it is quite possible. You can verify it with my wife.”
More silence.
“Brother Roy, why wouldn’t you want to fully penetrate your wife? Tell me if it’s none of my business.”
“The Lord has called upon me to create a child with my virgin bride. And that’s just what I did. I’m sure of it. I just need you to give us the final diagnosis.”
I heard Dr. Flannigan let out a long-winded sigh. “Since I won’t be able to examine her cervix, there are a few non-traditional methods I can use to confirm.”
“Perfect. Would you mind, then?”
“Not at all, so long as the missus doesn’t mind, either.”
“I’m sure she’ll comply.”
The doctor came back and explained that he wanted to perform some quick and easy tests.
“They’re not always reliable, but it’s worth a shot if you’re up for it.”
I gave my husband a cursory glance, and he nodded at me. So, I agreed. Before I knew it, Dr. Flannigan was peering into my eyes, then unbuttoning my gown, I assumed to listen to my heart. But he ended up cupping my breasts and darting his gaze back and forth between the two.
“Tell me if this hurts,” he said, giving my nipples a slight pinch. The pain was sudden and intense, causing me to shriek.
“Ow!!”
He threw his hands up in the air apologetically.
“Your nipples are extremely red and puffy, and your eyes have taken on the classic appearance of a pregnant woman. Therefore, I can say, almost unequivocally, that you are with child, my dear. It’s not cholera.”
Master pressed his palms together in thankful prayer, and I had to admit, I felt a sense of relief that it wasn’t anything serious.
“If you do fully consummate anytime soon, let me know, and I’ll be happy to perform a full examine, though that really isn’t necessary. Otherwise, get plenty of rest, eat as much as you can, and … congratulations. A true virgin pregnancy, if I ever did see one.”
Master thanked him and walked him to the door as I remained in bed, rubbing my belly. He sure was a happy papa-to-be, not wasting a moment to get undressed and join me under the covers, pulling me tightly to his body.
“We made a baby,” he murmured into my ear.
“I know. I heard.” I smiled and kissed him on the lips, feeling a little better than before.
“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world. I can’t wait to tell the whole church. You’ll be showered with gifts, just you wait.”
I laughed softly at the excitement in his voice. I was sure I would be able to echo his sentiment, but for right now, I was still feeling wiped out. And I think he knew it.
As a loving and supportive owner and husband, he left me alone, sexually, for the next few weeks, urging me to stay in bed if I so much as let out a sigh. I had to remind him that I hadn’t actually taken a sickness, and as my energy improved, I did more and more around the house.
I was able to tend to the horses while he worked at the church, and I even rode into town a few times—Master dropping me off and fetching me several hours later—so I could see some of my old friends. I had lunch with Emma, and she agreed to meet me at Callie’s Restaurant so I wouldn’t have to run into Matthew. As it turned out, he had stopped coming to church, and I had an opportunity to ask her what was going on with him.
“You were purchased just in time, Aurora. He had been coercing some of the other women in the house to orally please him. As of last week, he lost his license to purchase any more virgins.”
I made a face, remembering the day that he almost took my innocence, and how turned on I was at the time, so desperate for a man’s touch. “He obviously preyed on our sex drive. He could have easily done the same to me.”
“Good thing he didn’t, huh?” She gave me this funny look, one that gave me an odd feeling.
“Yes. But …. how have you been fending him off?”
After glancing over her shoulder to be sure no one was listening, she leaned forward and whispered in my direction.
“I’ve met someone. He’s going to purchase me this Friday. But he basically told Matthew he’d kick him in the ballsack if he laid a hand on me.”
My mouth dropped open. I was thrilled for my best friend. “Have you two…?”
I left my question unasked. She knew what I meant.
“Everything but that. And yes, I love it all!”
I could see how happy she was, and since she was twenty-two years old,
she definitely deserved it. Emma only got happier when I told her I was expecting.
“Maybe I’ll get pregnant soon and our kids can play together.”
“You better have a girl then because that’s what I’m having.”
“Oh, you know this, do you?”
“Sure do,” I laughed.
We spent the day together, mostly window shopping. Then we stopped at the drugstore so I could get some candy. I’d had a real craving for licorice that would not be satisfied until I ate an ungodly amount.
When Master picked me up, I was tired and laid down in the seat, kicking my knees up with my head in his lap. I drifted off and had dreams of a sexual nature, my husband doing things to me, and me doing things to him, that would be a sin were we still unmarried. When the wagon came to a stop, I awoke with a throbbing between my legs and a fullness in my belly that could only be quelled with one thing.
And it must have been written all over my face because Master leaned over me and asked me if I was feeling all right.
“Yes, I feel fine. But I think I’d like to come to the church with you and use the powder room.”
“Of course, my love. You promise me you’re not sick again?”
The concern in his eyes melted my heart. I hadn’t been sick in over a week, so I took him by the hand and kissed his palm. “I promise I’m not sick. I just need to use the toilet.”
He seemed to believe me, and as he helped me off the wagon, I was immediately aware of the dampness between my legs. I often used the church toilet since we didn’t have one in the house. Our house of worship was one of the few places around that had indoor plumbing, so I took advantage of that every chance I could.
But I also wanted to use the long mirror, to closely inspect every inch of my body so I could see if anything looked different.
I got undressed as quickly as I could, my face morphing into surprise as I took in the sight of my breasts. Still tender to the touch, they had felt fuller over the last few days. But my nipples had additionally grown huge and darkened in color. My belly wasn’t any bigger, but there was still that need tugging at my insides, making me feel like I was swelling from the inside out.
