Bible Belt Bride Chapter 2_(4)

Bible Belt Bride Chapter 2

By Greg

The Marriage



My friend Kenny did eventually stop by the store, and he and I began dating. It was obvious that we had no other paths in life to take, so we got engaged and married shortly thereafter. Our honeymoon took us to Niagara Falls, but the wedding night was the most shocking thing ever. Kenny’s momma and mine were close friends at church. Both viewed things in the same way.

By then, I had developed needs. Spending evenings with Papa unleashed desires within me. I hoped that I would have these needs met by my new husband after marriage. Kenny and I never had sex before our wedding day. Short of some kissing and holding hands, we hadn’t done much at all. I attributed this to his upbringing and the church.

On our wedding night, Kenny turned off the lights in our honeymoon cabin. He crawled into bed with me. It was so dark that I couldn’t see anything. By then, I had developed a strong sexual appetite. I was very visual, and I liked the sight of an erect cock. I wanted to run my fingers over it and explore new sensations. Kenny didn’t even touch my breasts; instead, he pulled clumsily at my bottoms and used his fingers to feel for my vagina. He seemed disgusted to find me already wet. I felt him wipe his fingers on my leg, and then he climbed on top of me. He was stiff already and pushed his cock into me without any feeling whatsoever. He began thrusting quickly, and within less than a minute he was done. He rolled off of me and onto his side, then just laid there with his back to me. I couldn’t believe it. That was it! He started snoring sometime after that.



Oh my God, what have I done, was all I could think! We needed to have a talk about this. The next morning, we sat facing each other. It turned out that his momma had warped him so badly into thinking that sex was a horrid thing to be ashamed of. His momma’s beliefs had taken root in him. Sex was a nasty, foul thing people did only to have children. Children! Fuck that! I wanted to spend time satisfying the appetite I had developed. I wanted all-night-long orgies of lust with a husband who would satisfy all my cravings. I wanted someone to fuck my brains out, flip me over, and pound my ass until I screamed for mercy.

Our honeymoon ended just like it had begun. I hadn’t orgasmed once. Kenny wasn’t even bothered by this. I guess he felt that only a dirty whore would want sex that way.

Both of our mommas were expecting grandchildren as soon as possible and had already said so. I guess they felt this would cement our marriage. Divorce was against God’s commandments, so the sooner I became pregnant, the better.

Fuck that! I had no problem having children down the road, but Kenny and I had some serious issues. So, without telling anyone, I traveled to the opposite side of town and found a doctor who would start me on birth control pills. I paid cash and hid the pills. No one would ever know.



Well, it wasn’t like Kenny and I fucked a lot anyway. It was all so short and over so quickly that I never had time to get excited. You wouldn’t believe the time I tried to suck him off. He acted like I was a filthy whore for even offering it. The whole thing came to a boil when I suggested getting a vibrator for me. I figured I could use it when he fucked me. At least I could get some satisfaction then too. The look on his face made me feel like the lowest street hooker there could be. The worst part of this was that he went and told his momma about it. Of course she told my momma, and next day mine calls and is screaming about how embarrassed she is over having such a slut for a daughter.

Kenny’s job at the truck place kept him busy all week. Since they liked his work, they offered him overtime hauling finished vehicles upstate to customers. He would leave on Friday and sometimes not be home till late Sunday evening.

Kenny’s job required us to have a computer for emails and a cell phone for his travel. This was the first time I had complete access to the internet and my own cell phone. If Kenny was at work or out of town delivering trucks, I was on the internet. This was my first venture into the real world of sex. The web sites were absolutely my only outlet for my sexual longings. I was interested in everything sex. I explored sites with perverted videos that I could only have imagined years before.

My interests were all over the spectrum. One of my favorite sites had interracial videos showing a skinny white girl being held in mid-air by three powerfully built black men. Two held her at the waist and supported her legs. A third guy stood behind her, supporting her head and shoulders. The girl’s expression could only be described as being wasted, or maybe she was just cum-drunk. The three men were serving her up to the next man in a long line waiting their turn at her.