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I was married by the time I was seventeen and was probably the most na? girl on earth. I don’t know that I was even sure of what exactly was going to take place on my honeymoon night. Oh I had dated many many boys, but my first love was dancing with them and the last thing on my mind was getting in the back seat of a Ford and letting some boy put a disgusting penis inside my body. When I got into bed with my new husband and he began kissing me then feeling my breast, I was getting a twitch between my legs that I had never experienced before. Soon he had one of my breast in his mouth and was expertly running his tongue around my nipple as he continued to play with the other one with his fingers. I thought I’d go crazy I felt so hot. As he sucked first one then the other breast, he moved his hand to my throbbing cunt.

Gently rubbing it at first and then running his finger up to my clitoris, I knew I had to have something done for me or I was going to scream. He slipped down his boxer shorts and I caught a glimpse of what I thought was a large dick. He took it in his hand and placed it squarely against the entrance to my pussy. I was not the first virgin he had ever deflowered. He parted the lips with his fingers allowing the head to enter. At this point I was really scared of that thing in me, but he moved it up to my clit and massaged it around until I wanted him to stick it in me now matter how much it hurt. He put it back into position and gave a thrust that caused my cherry to give up the gate. He thrust it deep into me and I began to like the feeling of that what I now know was just an average dick. The pain quickly became
unnoticeable as he stroked in an out of my now wet vagina. I didn’t get to orgasm because he was overly excited too and didn’t last long. I felt his cum gushing into me getting me pregnant on our first time. Nine months later I, just barely eighteen, produced a son and we turned out to be buddies sort of growing up and learning things together.

My husband was a spree drinker who often became violent and abusive when on a binge, and later in our marriage, he had mistress after mistress. He hunted, fished and threw away resources, causing me to have to work like a Trojan to keep things afloat. When
he wasn’t drunk he kept me sexually fulfilled and, after time passed, I overcame my Puritan view of sex, becoming skilled in the use of my womanhood. I loved giving him good head and would let him cum down my throat if he wanted. I could easily take all of his dick into my mouth and had a special tongue technique which would drive him insane.

Anytime I was too tired to have him pounding on me I used this method to get him off and drain his testicles so that he wouldn’t bother me anymore that night. My women friends sometimes mischievously talked about their husbands and I realized that many of these men had bigger Johnsons than my man. More than that, he gained weight and was at times morbidly obese. That made his penis disappear into his fat and made him even less than average.

I worked at a very public office where men of all ages and many who were power brokers in our community were in frequent contact with me and relied on my secretarial skills. I was a very pretty woman so it goes without saying that passes were made at me many times. I rejected all of them tactfully enough to keep the friendship of the man who made the illicit approach. Most of them were married to women I personally knew and I wasn’t about to have sex with a friend’s husband.