Sweet Mary (closed)

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Mary’s mother took her hand and patted it.
“Listen carefully,” she said, patiently. Mary was not one of the smarter creatures on God’s earth, and she needed things explained to her in very simple terms. “You have to do what your husband tells you to do. You know how you always feel better when you do what your father and I tell you?”
Mary’s mouth twisted, and her brow scrunched in thought, and finally she nodded. “I know.” It was true, she liked being a good girl for her parents. Even if it wasn’t always fun, it was much nicer than making them angry and getting in trouble.
“It’s going to be like that with your husband,” her mother said. “Be a good girl, and do as you’re told, and you’ll make him happy, and that will make you happy. Understand?”
“If I make him happy, I’ll be happy, too,” Mary said.
“That’s my good girl,” her mother said.
Mary beamed.
They were in the house Mary had lived in her whole life, a small farmhouse in a remote community, where the church was the center of everything. It was even the church pastor that had arranged for Mary to be married to a man from outside the community.
“So do I get to meet him?”
“At the ceremony,” her mother said, for the hundredth time. Then she lied to her daughter. “That’s how we’ve always done it. The pastor wouldn’t have chosen this man if he wasn’t a good man. He’s running for mayor in <City>.”
Mary nodded, but she was nervous. What if he didn’t like her?
“Now, remember the rules about being a good girl with boys?” her mother said.
Mary nodded, wide-eyed, and grinned. This was one of the most important lessons she ever learned. “Always keep all my clothes on. Never kiss them. Never let them touch me from here to here.” She touched her chin and her knees. “And never touch them there, no matter what!”
“You don’t have to follow those rules with your husband,” her mother said.
Mary’s mouth fell open, and she giggled nervously. As long as she could remember, she had wondered. She had never dared break the rules about clothes and kissing and touching, but she had always gotten excited at the thought of doing those forbidden things. She had been excited to get married before, but now. Everything started to turn red.
“Breathe, honey,” her mother said.
Mary took a deep breath, and the red went away. Her whole body was hot, though. Was she getting sick?
“I think I have a fever,” she said. She was squirming, nervous and excited.
Her mother chuckled softly and patted her head. The girl was so horny she was about to crawl out of her skin, and she didn’t even know it. “You’ll be fine. You’re going to like being married. Now let’s pray.”

 

[Niceandbrutal]

The husband-to-be of Mary, Benjamin Braddock, and his backer and advisor, Wilfred Fry, watched the whole touching scene from afar, courtesy of the latest in spyware installed in an expensive and kitschy painting of an aryan Jesus so popular with a certain set of evangelicals. The motion sensitive micro cameras were installed in the eyes of the Lord and Saviour, and Mary had on more than one occasion exclaimed how His eyes seemed to be following her.

Wilfred (Will amongst friends) turned to Benjamin (Ben, ditto) with a smirk. "There you have it, Ben. Dumb as a post and ready to obey your command as were it the words of God himself."

Will had pitched the idea of a young beautiful virtuous bride of faith to bolster Ben's image in the mayoral race. Ben was not sold on the idea until Will patiently explained that she could be a real asset in the runup to the election. Ben looked at her. She was certainly pretty, but not the kind of girl he usually liked to party with. He was about to voice his doubts again, but Will knew what was coming and cut him off.

"We've been over this, Ben. She will obey you in EVERYTHING! Ask her to dress in a miniskirt and flirt with donors, and she will do so. Hell, ask her to SLEEP with any of the donors and she will do it, provided you give her the right "incentives".

"Incentives" was an agreed-upon euphemism for alcohol and narcotic substances. Just in case anyone was listening.

"I still don't know, Will..." Ben started and Will lost his patience. "Look at her, Ben! She is young, she is beautiful, and the merest hint of sex makes her all hot and bothered! I mean, LOOK at her squirm, for God's sake!" They both spared a moment to watch the young woman twitch uncomfortably while emotions she could hardly put a name to coursed through her. "AND" Will continued, "she has been all but brainwashed by that cult of theirs to obey her husband in EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING, Ben!"

Benjamin Braddock was one of those men who at any point in time believed he was the smartest man in the room. He and WiIfred Fry had met at Harvard, Ben because his parents could afford it, Will because he'd earned a scholarship for academic brilliance, bolstered by the GI bill.

Ben was 37 years old and fit, the result of a lifetime of vanity and rigorous dieting and gym. He stood a commanding 6'1" and had a quick and ready grin he employed whenever he was complimented or if he wanted to get his way. He could get impatient if he didn't understand things or if things didn't go his way. He was good looking and superficially charming, with pearly white teeth, a head of thick lustrous light brown hair, and piercing baby blue eyes.

Wilfred was a couple of years older and not as striking in appearance as Ben. He'd figured out that Ben came from money and hitched his wagon to him. He'd been at Ben's side for years, overlooking Ben's more disagreeable traits as his friend made the right friends and connections on his rise to a political career. Will had also invested some of his salary wisely speculating in stocks, and was already independently wealthy as the chairman of a holding company.

At 6' nothing he was just a bit shorter than Ben, and his black hair was starting to form a widow's peak. Dark brown eyes and a more subdued facade so as not to outshine his boss/protegé completed the picture of a serious man with a goal; to be the mayor's aide with all the perks that entailed. And so far he couldn't think of anything he wouldn't do to get his friend elected, short of actual murder.

"Now, if you don't have any more objections to the plan, I suggest we continue with the planning of the Wedding Of The Year. Or need I remind you of the REASON why we have to go through with this whitewah of your image?" Will was fed up with Ben's reluctance to commit. Ben had always been a party boy, and drink, blow, and hookers was more his style, not a faithful little wife, no matter how pretty she was. But word tended to travel, and Will had already had to put out God only knew how many fires with bribes, flattery, and blackmail and downright threats. It was too many distractions in an already tough mayoral race.

They finalized the wedding plans: largest church in town, a bishop and her pastor both doing the nuptials, then off to a lavish country club for the wedding feast, and plenty of sweet photo-ops throughout the day. "And", Will told Ben with an emphasis on each word, "NO MORE BACHELOR PARTIES! 3 is quite enough." Ben grumbled but conceded. Will was looking forward to the wedding to be over and done with.

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Benjamin Braddock got out of the car with his friend and backer, Wilfred Fry, his best man. The red carpet was out, leading from the car and into the church.

Ben was fidgeting and sweating, and Will was standing by in case Ben fainted or tried making a run for it while at the same time making sure the rings were safe in the breast pocket of his own immaculate tuxedo.

A car could be heard slowing down, and the excitement outside mounted as the bride apparently made her entrance. Will hoped the hired security would make sure she wasn't harassed too much by the press and the onlookers. Will also hoped that Mary's father, coached by Will, remembered how to dodge some of the more personal questions.

And finally, there she was, standing in the doorway, all clad in white, a lavish bridal bouquet in her hands and a white transparent veil demurely covering her face. The organ started playing the bridal march, all stood before the bride, and her stern-looking father led her down the aisle.

Mary was followed by flower girls, and her maid of honour was already in place, and she took her place at the altar, facing Ben. Ben's and Will's hearts bith made a skip and a lurch as they beheld her beauty up close for the first time. Ben's reaction was of a carnal sort, of lust and want, whereas Will's was more intangible. She was beautiful and radiant, but Will felt a sort of unfamiliar... unease as the bishop started the ceremony.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of..."

 

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Mary had been told Benjamin Braddock was her father’s age, but it was hard to believe when she saw him. Her father was what she had always thought of when she thought of what a man was. He worked hard, his face was grizzled, lined from long days in the sun, and he was burly with muscle and thick from eating the food he grew. His hands were calloused and coarse, working man’s hands. His hair was thinning, greying, buzzed to stubble every two weeks at the barber in the village.

Benjamin Braddock’s hair was lustrous and smooth, like his skin. His face was so flawless, he almost looked plastic, and it seemed wrong that he was so untouched by the years. He could have been in his twenties, instead of almost 40. His smile looked like a magazine ad, or a poster in a dentist’s office - the good one. He was handsome, but that was only a second impression. The first was that he seemed perfect.

Even his suit seemed to fit him, and she could see he was as fit as any of the boys she went to high school with. She thought about what her mother had told her, that the rules about clothes, about touching and being touched didn’t apply with him, and she felt dizzy.

“Breathe, Mary,” her father whispered.

She took a deep breath as she stepped in front of her husband to be, making her chest swell, nearly popping out of the scooping neckline of her white dress.

The man behind Benjamin had a funny look on his face. He looked real. He had lines on his face, his hair was starting to recede, there was a bit of a spare tire. It wasn’t that he was handsome, not compared to Benjamin, but he looked like a person. She knew if she touched him, there would be something there.

She could imagine reaching out to touch Benjamin and finding there was nothing there, like in some TV show her brother watched. She looked back at her husband-to-be as the man standing beside Pastor Dan started to talk. He talked and talked and talked and then the Pastorr talked about marriage and duty and love, and she had to keep remembering to breathe.

This was really happening!

She tried to focus on what they were saying, but it was so hard to listen when she felt like she was on fire. Her whole body was trembling, and there was a pressure between her legs that seemed to throb with every beat of her heart. She had to clench her teeth not to make a sound.

When Pastor Dan finally asked her to repeat after him, her voice came out as a breathless whimper.

She barely managed to say “I do,” and then her husband was slipping the ring on her finger.

He was real. His hands were soft and smooth, but they were real, and she nearly fainted. Her head was spinning as he lifted the veil away, and slipped his arms around her waist, and kissed her. She collapsed into his embrace, melting into him, and he kept kissing her.

Her whole body shuddered in his arms, and if his mouth hadn’t been covering hers, the whole congregation would have heard her moan. He held her long enough for her to get her legs under her, though they felt like hot jelly. Slowly, he led her up the aisle. She could hardly walk, and she leaned on him.

The reception was torture. All she wanted was to be alone with this man, her husband. She was in a fever of wanting, and people kept coming and saying things, and she had to say things back. Mostly she just smiled a lot and nodded, and it seemed to do the trick. A lot of the men told him he was lucky, and they would look at her in a way that seemed wrong, but it just excited her more. She thought that if she was alone with any of them, she might forget who she belonged to. She made sure not to let Benjamin out of arm’s reach.

Then, at last, after the dinner and the dancing and cake and toasts and a prayer and so many photos, Wilfred the best man came and told them it was time to go, the plane was on the runway waiting for them.

Mary stared at him.

"Plane?" she said, breathlessly. "I've never flown before."

 

[Niceandbrutal]

The vows were spoken, the rings exchanged, and Benjamin lifted the veil. His heart skipped a beat. She really was breathtakingly beautiful, and there was a sincere softness in her eyes he'd never seen in any of his previous partners. And he'd never before experienced a sensual moan in response to a kiss. This woman was hormones on legs. He managed to stifle a smile at the possibilities, both for him and for the use of her as a means to an end with donors and backers.

Will had felt a jolt when he saw her eyes. Innocence, earnest love, trust shone in them and Will for the first time in his adult life felt doubt

The reception was a blur of names, faces, activities, well wishers, and Will's impeccable planning.When they finally got away, they raced to the airfield for the trip to the Bahamas and Will's private mansion there. They were welcomed aboard with champagne and strawberries, leaving them both giddy, giggly, and more than a little horny. Mary's admission that she'd never fliwn before just made Ben smile. "You're in for a treat then, honey."

After the party was over, all hands shook, all deals made, Will sat down and started drinking, haunted by a pair of eyes, cursing his own weakness at such a crucial point. He must forget her. Drink more.

The plane by now was trundling down the tarmac, and Ben said, "once we're airborne we should use the bathroom and refresh ourselves. Clothes are already laid out for us that are more comfortable and fitting for the climate."

By now the engines were revving up and he squeezed her hand reassuringly. "This is normal," he said as the plane shot down the runway. And like that, they were airborne. He watched her experience flight for the first time, and when the stewardess announced they were at cruising altitude, he unbuckled his seatbelt and told Mary to do the same.

He gestured towards the bathroom and told her "ladies first". He knew there was a skimpy minidress ad some very revealing lingerie waiting for her, and a polo shirt and shorts for him. When she came out, he gawped in sheer unadulterated lust. The conjugal part of this deal he'd have NO issue with!

Ben told Mary that they should catch some sleep on the plane to save strength "for later". His smile and wink and following heated kiss should leave Mary in no doubt about what he was talking about. And then he fell asleep, unaware that his dick lived a life of its own and pressing against his shorts.

He was woken up a few hours later and told to put on his seatbelt, as they were on final approach for the Bahamas. The plane touched down without much fanfare and rolled to a stop near a hangar on the private part of the airport. A limousine was waiting for them, and the balmy velvery night caressed them as they left the plane and took in the smells of the island paradise: jet fuel, salt sea, lush vegetation, a hint of foreign food.

Customs were a formality, and they were soon out of the airport and meandering through streets that teemed with life: locals hawking their wares to tourists, restaurants packed with guests, children playing, lights flashing, dogs barking. It was a cacaphony of benign chaos known to a world traveller but an assault on the senses of someone who'd never left their country, state, or town.

A quiet neighbourhood with tall walls announced that they were in the affluent part of the island. A black steel gate smoothly slid aside, and an armed guard waved them in after a perfunctory check. The mansion was a huge white building, old but well kept and modernized in a way that integrated new features with old architecture. In the front, a huge terrace led down to a large private beach area.

But for now, there was only one thing on Ben's mind: he wanted to fuck his bride. He dismissed the staff after they had been installed in the master bedroom and embraced and kussed Mary hungrily. His hands roamed all over her body and under the minidress, feeling the flimsy fabric of her panties and the wetness underneath.

He took a step back and ordered Mary to take off her dress and leave her lingerie on. And after she had done that he wanted her to undress him.

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Back in the US, Will was gloriously drunk, singing along to Beck's "Loser" song but substituting "user" for "loser". And then he collapsed, a pair of trusting innocent eyes still haunting him.

 

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Mary was giddy with excitement as they boarded the plane for the Bahamas. It was small, not like the big planes you see on TV, but it was nice, and the nice lady gave her champagne and strawberries. She was starting to really like champagne, even if it made the world spin.

The plane took off, and she felt her stomach lurch with fear, but Ben held her hand and told her it was normal. She held tight to his hand and watched the world fall away until all she could see was the little points of light. Slowly, the fear subsided, and the excitement returned, doubled.

Then Ben told her to go and change. She pouted a little at the thought of leaving him, even for this, but she didn't hesitate. Besides, she had to pee. When she saw what was set out for her, she was sure there must be a mistake. She went back to make sure he really wanted her to wear that, and he seemed annoyed. He had told her to change, hadn't he?

"I'm sorry," she said quickly, bowing her head meekly. "I'll go put it on." She backed away, cursing herself. Mom had told her to be obedient, and here she was, questioning him on their wedding day. Once he saw it, he'd see there must have been some sort of mistake. It was that Wilbert guy's idea of a joke, maybe.

The panties were confusing, but she finally got them on right, she thought. They barely covered her flower and left her bottom naked, with just a thin string between her cheeks. The bra lifted her breasts up and together, and scarcely covered her nipples, which were stiff and hard and stupidly sensitive for some reason. The dress was tiny. She felt like she was going to be exposed every time she moved.

To her surprise, though, Ben seemed to like it. He had put on shorts and a polo shirt, and when he kissed her, she felt like he wanted to devour her. It was scary, but exciting, like the plane, and she thought maybe the clothes weren't a mistake.

She didn't think she could sleep, but it had been a long day and there had been a lot of champagne. She was out almost as soon as he was.

When she woke up, they were landing. The next hour was a sensory overload. The airport, the customs, the people, the country. Everything was new, and different, and scary/exciting. Ben was with her, though. She stayed close, and every minute or so she looked up to make sure he was there, that she was safe.

The house was amazing. It had a gate, and there were people to take care of them, and there was a huge porch right by the beach...

Before she could really take it all in, though, Ben was kissing her. She was on fire. His hands went everywhere, especially the places she had always thought of as bad, but that her mother had told her were ok for her husband to touch. She squealed when he touched her between her legs.

Nothing had ever felt like that before. She was trembling, dizzy, her heart was pounding. She felt that part of her body coming to life, clenching and relaxing with a mind of its own, each clench making her gasp as another shock of pleasure passed through her.

When he stepped back, she stared at him forlornly. She wanted more! He told her to take the dress off, and she pulled it up, too quickly, getting tangled in it for a second before she got her head free and threw it to the side. When he told her to undress him, she grinned. She untucked his shirt, and pulled it up. She moaned when she saw his perfectly sculpted chest and abs.

Her fingers were trembling as she fumbled with his belt. She whined impatiently, and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying, I'm not usually this clumsy," she explained, frantic. Then she got it open, and she slid his shorts down. She gasped when she saw the thing that was standing up. It was shaped like a sausage with a lump at the end, and there was a tiny slit at the very tip. There was a thin stubble around the base, where it met his body. A wrinkly bag hung below it, with what looked like two eggs inside. It was kind of ugly, but utterly fascinating.

She stared for a long time.

"Is that...?" she said, but she couldn't even think clearly enough to know what to ask. "What is it?"

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Her clumsy eagerness with his belt and his shorts he found endearing, more than anything else. The escorts and party girls he'd canoodled with all his life had never fumbled so sweetly as Mary did, all flustered and eager.

And then his manhood was revealed to her and she stared at it like she'd never seen one before which, it turned out, she hadn't.

"This," he said, seizing his dick, "is my penis. All men have them. Some are longer and some are shorter. Mine is... big enough." At 5.5 inches, he was a little below average, but he'd never had any complaints about his size.

Truth be known, Ben was not a very good or considerate lover. The girls he'd slept with had either been pros good at faking or so coked out of their minds or drunk that they hardly registered what was going on. The girls who'd had feelings for him had usually left him due to him partying around or not satisfying them sexually. But in Ben's mind that was their fault for being frigid and unappreciative.

He smiled at Mary. "It goes in your hole between your pee hole and poo hole. You know, the hole you bleed from every month. My penis shoots semen in you and may in time make babies."
He made a mental note to put her on the pill and to have her nether region waxed.

The state she was in, he saw no need for foreplay. He got so close To her he could feel the heat radiate off of her. "Take off your lingerie," he breathed into her ear. He watched her undress completely, and his dick was throbbing painfully.

"Lie down on the bed," he told her. When she complied, he separated her legs and savoured the sight of her virginal pussy. With a bit of fumbling, his cock head was placed at her opening and he impatiently thrust inside of her.

God! So warm. So slick. So TIGHT! He started thrusting, fighting for control as she all but engulfed him. There was a layer of sweat on her smooth skin and her boobs were bouncing deliciously in time with his thrusts. He grabbed them greedily and rode her quick and fast as the tension in him mounted. And then, with a roar, he came hard.

Collapsing on top of her he exclaimed "That was good. Was it good for you?" And not really waiting for an answer, he rolled off of her and was asleep in 2 minutes.

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Wilfred woke up with a monumental headache and an unplaceable feeling of sorrow. An email from the Bahamas confirmed that they had landed safely, and housekeeping could confirm they'd went straight to the bedroom. He'd be going to meet them in a couple of days to start teaching Mary her role in the mayoral campaign.

He issued a press release that candidate Benjamin Braddock was now on honeymoon at an undisclised location, but that his heart was still with his citizens even in this joyful time of his life.

 

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Mary frowns as Ben explains what a penis is. She was sure there was something about God in where babies come from, and nothing about holes. The thought is gone in a moment, though, because babies or not, this penis twitches up and she gasps. As weird and ugly as it is, she is drawn to it, fascinated by it. It is as if she had just discovered some hole in her life that she had never imagined existed. Now it not only existed, but it was desperately hungry. Holes again.

He moved close and she moaned in anticipation of his touch, but instead, he told her to take off her lingerie. She hoped that meant underwear, because that's what she started taking off. She was so eager it became a struggle to get the bra unclasped, but when she did, her breasts popped out, full and round, nearly perfect. She managed to get tangled in her panties, and fell down trying to get them off.

Then he told her to lie down on the bed, and that she could do, at least. She was blushing, embarrassed, nervous to be naked in front of him, even if he was her husband. At the same time, she knew she was on the verge of something amazing. Her body was shivering with excitement, and when Ben spread her legs, her pussy was glistening. Her bush was natural, a dark triangle around the pink groove that called to him. Trimming and waxing were not a part of the religion she'd been raised in, but obedience was.

When Ben rubbed his penis between her legs, she gasped, her body arched up with pleasure. This, she thought, this was God's reward for being good. And then, as if God knew she had been thinking selfishly, he tore into her. Something ripped, and she screamed. It was more shock than pain, and fear that she had sinned somehow to be punished this way.

Ben was like a beast, groaning and rutting, and grabbing at her breasts roughly. She gave a little scream with every thrust, and he plowed on. She didn't dare ask him to stop, or complain that it hurt, and then, after a few strokes, the pain lessened. All that pleasure she had been feeling started to overwhelm it, and she felt him inside her, pumping, and it was heaven.

But just as she started to realize she liked it, something happened to him. He roared, and his body froze, and then jerked, and then jerked again. His hips began to thrust wildly, and then he collapsed on top of her, panting. She lay, trembling, still dizzy with pleasure, trembling with this new hunger, but also frightened and confused. What had just happened? Why had he stopped?

"That was good!" he panted. "Was it good for you?"

He rolled off of her, and she felt something dribbling out of her, down her ass and onto the bedding.

"It was good," she whispered. It had felt good, she thought. It was good for him, she thought, and that was what was important. He snored. She sood up, looking at him as he slept. Her whole body was tingling, itching, craving something she couldn't define. He lay there, sleeping, and his mouth was open. He snored loudly. His penis had shrunk and softened.

"I love you," she whispered. It felt like a lie.

She couldn't even think about sleeping, so she dressed and went to explore the house. Much later, her body had settled down, and she went to bed.

 

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Ben slept like a child, untroubled and satisfied. He woke up with a solid case of morning wood, and it took him a fraction of a second to remember where he was and what he was here for. He turned over and watched her sleeping form, her big perfect breasts halfway hidden by the sheets and her alluring ass likewise.

He prodded her vagina and found her lubricated enough for a fresh round of fucking, and so he positioned himself and slid inside of her, her lying on her side and him lying on his side behind her.

It was a bit more fiddly this way, and he woke her up while trying to enter her. "Lift your leg a little bit... there ya go! Thank you!" He slid in and out of her at a leisurely pace, hanging on to her delicious boobs and roughly kneading them while his pace increased. He came after a few minutes and stretched leisurely with a satisfied "Aaaaah!"

Then he looked at Mary with a smile and said "I think the staff have breakfast ready. You hungry?" And without registering any reply from her he jumped out of bed and quickly dressed. He ordered the breakfast served on the patio and did not notice the looks of disdain given to him by the staff.

When Mary joined him he smiled at her. "I am going to go play some golf. You should get your crotch waxed. It's kind of hairy there," he said with a fake shudder, meant to be humorous. "And you should talk with a doctor to get on the pill. Children we can wait for. Right now I need you by my side in the mayoral race."

He showered and got into his golfing clothes. On the way out, he handed her his credit card "for the wax and the doctor." And then, as an afterthought: "Buy yourself something nice too. You've earned it, sweetie!"

He jumped into one of Will's cars and roared out the gate, the world being his oyster. He drove up to the golf club and presented Will's credentials, and then it was on to the links. The sky was blue, the sun was bright, and the ocean breeze refreshing. This was heaven!

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Wilfred waited until past noon to call Ben, not wanting to ruin the first morning of their honeymoon.

Will: Hey Ben! Sorry to disturb you guys, I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing!
Ben: Hey Will! Man, you weren't lying about the golf course here. It's great!

Golf!? First day on the honeymoon and they were playing golf? Weird, but who was Will to judge?

Will: That's nice. You're teaching her to play?
Ben: Teaching- no no, Will. It's just me. I asked her to run some personal errands.

Here Ben lowered his voice.

Ben: The bush on her was like a fucking jungle, Will. You know I like'em shaved or waxed, Will. Slight oversight on your part, but that's okay. She's great!

Will's heart sank. Ben was treating her like a plaything, and the poor girl had been so thoroughly brainwashed to obey men that... ugh. He felt dirty, knowing he'd helped set up the deal that offered a sweet innocent girl up to a predator of a man. Furthermore, he was supposed to come down and train her to be a bribe and party favour to donors.

Will forced an insincere laugh. "I guess you know best, Ben. I just assumed you'd be glued to the hip." They said their goodbyes and hung up.

Will was sitting down, shocked and stunned by the callousness of his friend. He knew Ben could be selfish, but he hadn't really registered just how ego-driven he was. Or maybe he'd seen it and been in denial about it? But to treat an innocent like this, to talk of her like he'd just done...

Will reached for some whiskey again, but thought better of it. He needed to stay focused if he wanted Ben to win the mayoral race. And he'd better steel himself for the task ahead of turning Mary into a weapon to win the election.

Still, thinking about doing that to her made his heart ache. She had done nothing wrong, and nothing to deserve this treatment. And worst of all, it had been his idea. Though in his defence, he had envisioned a more worldly and cynical woman. But one of the guys on the election committee knew of a pastor with a nice gig going for innocent subservient women that could be "convinced" to marry men they'd never met. And so the snowball had started rolling and growing.

He got up abruptly, his mind made up. He had to go down there and try to reconcile her outlook on life and people with what was expected of her. He'd make arrangements to get there earlier than planned, and he'd have aheart to heart talk with Ben AND her!

 

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Mary woke to feel Ben pressing against her from behind as she lay on her side. His penis was hard again, and she lifted her leg to help him slide into her. She let out a soft moan as he entered her. It wasn't nearly as painful as last night, just a twinge, really. As he thrust, she felt her excitement growing quickly. It nowhere hear the heights she had reached last night, that had kept her awake and wandering the house for hours after he had gone to sleep. She supposed after her first time, it was bound to be a little bit of a let down, and when she felt him tense up and then relax, she knew it was over.

It was different for him, too. Last night, he had fallen asleep as soon as he slipped out of her. This morning, he was up and talking about breakfast. She put on the skimpy clothes from the plane - it was that or her wedding dress - and joined him on the patio.

It was spectacular in the day light. The sky was perfect blue with just a few white clouds, and across the thin band of white sand, waves broke at the edge of what looked like another perfect blue-green sky. She had never really seen the ocean before, and it was amazing - a little scary, yes, but amazing.

Ben must have been hungry, because he wolfed his food down, and then he said he was going to play golf. She stood up, wondering if she should join him, but he had other plans for her. She blushed fiercely when he told her to get her crotch waxed, and when he told her to get on the pill, she actually flinched. Did he think she was sick?

"Could I... um... get some more clothes, too, please?" she asked. "This is all I have."

He scowled, and then nodded his head. He gave her the name of a shop, and then he left, without even kissing her. It must be because she was hairy, she thought, ashamed of having failed so drastically to please her husband. It took her almost half an hour to work up the nerve to approach one of the servants, a round lady with a pretty scarf on her head, and ask for help.

Once the woman - Lali - understood what Mary wanted, and saw how helpless Mary was, she tsked and shook her head, muttering something about men under her breath. She called for a cab, and took Mary to a posh spa and salon. Mary had a massage and then she got waxed. It was humiliating, exposing herself, explaining what she needed, but Lali talked to the girl, and they were as gentle with her as a kitten. Until the girl ripped her hair out.

Mary was trembling with pain and humiliation as they went to the shop Ben had directed her to. Lali scowled and clearly disapproved, so Mary had to go in alone. At first, she didn't see any clothes at all. Just boxes with pictures of naked people that made her want to pull her eyes out. There was a wall full of plastic boxes with things that looked like giant penises, and she stood, paralyzed with fear, until the guy behind the counter asked if she needed any help.

"My husband sent me here for clothes," she stammered. "I don't have anything but this...."

He helped her find skirts, tops, dresses, underwear, a bikini and even a couple of pairs of shoes. He was very patient, insisting that she try everything on. He assured her that her husband would love everything, and twice he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. He even offered her a discount for a blowjob, but she didn't want to stay any longer than she had to, and she wasn't quite sure what a blowjob was. She would have to ask Ben.

The last stop was the doctor, and for that, Lali took her to a different part of town. It was older, the buildings were in disrepair, the shops all had displays out front. She could see that the people were poor, but it felt more natural to her than the spa and the shop had. Sure, they had a dialect so thick she could barely understand them, but they were much more like the people she had grown up with.

The doctor was a tall, black man who scowled when he saw her. Then Lali swooped in, and the two of them had a fierce debate, until finally he sighed and wrote a prescription. Then Lali took her to a drug store. They got the pills, the pharmacist explained she had to take one every day.

When they finally got back to the house, Mary was exhausted. She put on a microkini, which somewhat miraculously managed to cover even less than her underwear had. The man at the shop had assured her her husband - or whoever - would love it. Lali made her a big glass of punch, and slathered sunscreen on her and put her in one of the lounge chairs on the patio, to let the sun and the rum relax her into a stupor before Ben came home.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Wilfred's phone rang. It was the landline from his estate on the Bahamas. Worried that something was wrong, he picked up the phone. It was Lali, the main housekeeper of the estate, and she was livid. Wilfred had always had a good tone with the people he hired and so he was shocked to hear how upset Lali was.

She was not yelling but there was a hard edge to her voice as she told of how Ben ordered the staff around and how he was treating his young bride, "...and I spent half the day helping her get a spa treatment, getting the pill, and showing her to a most disgusting store for clothes I would not be seen DEAD in, and the poor girl is finally resting while her husband is out PLAYING and..."

Will let her vent before telling Lali, "I am aware of the situation. This man is a friend of mine, but the behaviour you're describing is not something I condone or approve of. For Mary's sake I will ask that you grit your teeth and bear it. I will be down there tomorrow and I will have a talk with him."

Lali replied that she'd do what she could, but she would not put up with too many of Mr. Braddock's shenanigans. Will thanked her and hung up, making a mental note of giving the staff at his estate a bonus for this.

Federal rules mandated resting time fot his flight crew, so he'd have to wait until they could legally fly again. As it was, they could take off at 3AM the next morning, and Will offered incentives for the crew to be ready to fly him to the Bahamas at the earliest opportunity. Will installed himself in the plane and used it as an office, before going to sleep. He was gently woken up at 2:45 AM and told to stow luggage and strap in before takeoff.

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Ben was in a jubilant mood as he drove back to the estate, having played his best game of golf in years. He reminded himself to ask to borrow Wilfred's estate more often. This place was great! And some of the girls in the club were real lookers too. Athletic, tanned, and carefree. He'd only seen white members there, though the staff was mostly coloured.

He halted the car in front of the house and leapt out of it, breezing past the sour-looking matron with the headscarf and looking for Mary. He found her lounging in the sun, wearing next to nothing and a familiar stirring manifested itself in his pants. He looked her over. She had definitely gotten waxed. Nice.

"Did the doctor set you up with the pill?" She replied positively and he rewarded her with a kiss on top of her head. "That's good. Don't want you to get pregnant yet, though that might be good for re-election. I need a drink."

He started impatiently snapping his fingers, looking around for staff, before yelling "I need a drink here!" A young man came out and Ben said, "whiskey on ice, make it snappy" and shooed the man away before turning to look at her again. She really was a looker, and in that bikini...

When the man returned with his drink, he waved him away after being served and told him they did not want to be disturbed, and to have dinner ready at seven. He gulped down the whiskey and looked at Mary with a leer. "I want to teach you something new, kiddo." He unceremoniously pulled off his shorts and lay down on the lounge chair next to hers, his manhood erect like a tent pole.

Like he was giving her the world's biggest treat, he told her: "I want you to ride my cock, Mary. Come here." He lazily watched as she stripped out of the dental floss passing for a bikini she wore and guided her on top of him and his dick inside of her. She was tight, she was warm, but somethjng felt off. She wasn't as lubricated as she'd been last night, and the friction almost hurt. He tried squeezing her boobs and nipples, but that didn't seem to work. He tried helping her lift up and down with his hands, but she was more interested in moving back and forth, which did nothing for him.

In the end he pushed her off with a frustrated exclamation and muttered about having to do all the work, before turing her over on all fours and entering her. He came after five strokes, but it was not a satisfactory orgasm. He pulled on his shorts irritably, told her that he was going for a nap, told her that he was NOT to be disturbed, and marched off to bed.

He woke up two hours later, his body warm and painful. He had a massive sunburn. He gingerly got up and went looking for help. He found the sour matron in the kitchen. "You there, I need your help. Call a doctor. I am sunburned!" The matron spared him a disdainful look before she offered: "Doctor don' make housecalls. You must go to a clinic."

Fuming, Ben left the house and hopped in the car, speeding off to find a doctor, leaving Lali to convey the news to Mary that Sir needed to see a doctor about a sunburn. Would Miss Mary eat alone?

Lali ensured Mary that the sunburn wasn't a lethal condition but that Sir was in some pain. Unfortunately, Sir had not told Lali which clinic he would be going to. But Lali assured Miss Mary that if she needed company and someone to talk to, Lali was there for her.

Lali looked after Mary for the rest of the evening. Some hours later, they received a phone call from a harassed-sounding nurse, telling them that Ben would spend the night in the clinic, but that he'd be discharged tomorrow. Visiting hours were over, so they'd had to wait until tomorrow to see him.

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Will's jet touched down in the early morning, and he got a cab to take him to his estate. Lali was up, and she broke into a wide relieved smile when she saw Will. Will listened with rising anger and incredulity as she told him of how Mary and the staff had been treated by Ben. By the end of the tale he hugged her and told her "Lali, you're a gem. Thank you for looking after Mary. I'll have words with Ben when he gets back."

He went to one of the spare bedrooms and changed into shorts, flip-flops, and a white shirt. He applied a liberal amount of Sun Protection Factor on himself and asked Lali to please meet him down at the beach when she was awake and had had some breakfast.

Will had eaten on the plane and was eager to get to his moment of zen: walking along the surf and watching all the creatures in the lagoon go about their lives. He could feel some of the tension drain away as he watched colourful fish flit about and hermit crabs scuttling around like little busybodies.

Presently, he saw Mary making her way down toward him in a scandalously revealing swimsuit. There was a sadness in her eyes that hadn't been there less than two days earlier.

Knowing her upbringing and brainwashing, he felt at once regretful and bashful, seeing how the joy and innocence he'd seen in her had been replaced by sadness and... disappointment?

He held his hand out to her for a handshake and said: "So nice to see you again, Mary. I hope you like the Bahamas so far? I hear Ben will be out of the clinic later today. How are you holding up?"

He was babbling and sweating, hoping he could make things right, make things work.

 

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Mary woke to Ben’s voice, and she yawned and stretched as she sat up on the lounge chair. Her eyes opened wide when she saw him - that red couldn’t be good. The tent in his shorts looked good, though, and she smiled sweetly. He seemed to like sticking it between her legs, and she wanted to make him happy.

He asked her about the pill, and kissed her sweetly, but a moment later he was irritable, yelling at the staff for a drink. She wished he wouldn’t be like that, they were good people, and they would treat him just as well if he asked nicely instead of barking orders. But he was her husband, and it wasn’t her place to question him.

He got his drink and gulped it down, and then he pulled his shorts down and lay beside her. He told her he wanted her to ride his cock, and she went over, nervously, peeling off her bikini. He had her straddle him, and slid his penis into her - maybe cock was another word for penis? It wasn’t as nice, maybe because she wasn’t as excited - she had been asleep a few moments before, and his yelling had thrown her off.

A few seconds, though, and her juices started flowing. His hands groping her chest helped, but when he started trying to make her go up and down, she had to reposition her legs, and by then he was angry again. He pushed her off the lounge and got behind her, and then he slid in that way.

She whimpered as he muttered angrily, and before she could even get herself balanced to meet his thrusts, he was done. He told her he was going to take a nap, and snapped at her not to disturb him, and left her on her hands and knees. She cried, wondering what she had done wrong. She had done everything he asked, or at least tried to, and she would do anything for him. She had promised before God to obey him, and she wasn’t going back on that, but it seemed like she was ruining everything.

She sat on the patio, miserably watching a sunset that would have put most postcards to shame. She heard Ben yelling, and she wanted to go to him, but when she stood up, the butler, Jamie, shook his head.

“Let Miss Lali deal with him,” he said. “You don’t need any of that.”And Mary was ashamed to admit that she was relieved to let someone else stand between her and her own husband.

Later, James brought her a fish wrapped in a giant leaf that was delicious, and another glass of the punch Lali had given her before. When Lali came back, she explained that Ben was spending the night at a clinic. It was sad to have to go to bed by herself, but she fell asleep with the windows open, the sound of the waves and the smell of the sea lulling her into a sweet, deep sleep.

When she woke up, there was fruit and bread, and Lali told her Mister Wilfred was waiting for her on the beach. She didn’t have anything to wear to the beach but the bikinis the man had sold her, and the one was a bit messy from yesterday, so she wore the other, smaller one.

Wilfred looked surprisingly at home in his shorts and tee shirt, like he was a native, except for the pale white skin that told he rarely saw the sun. He stared at her, and she blushed, thinking of the rules. There was no way she should be dressed like this in front of anyone but her husband, but what was she supposed to do? It was his house, and he had sent for her.

When he asked how she was, she couldn’t answer at first. It took several deep breaths before she could say the truth.

“I’m scared,” she said. “I don’t think I’m being a very good wife. Ben’s not happy, and I know it’s my fault for being hairy, but I didn’t know and I got waxed like he said and…” It came pouring out. He had been so happy last night, and this morning he had told her what to do, and it had been scary and strange, but she’d done it, and then he was mad at her because she didn’t ride him right.

“I don’t know how to make him happy and I don’t know what I’m going to do if I can’t and I do everything he says but he’s so impatient and I just want to be a good wife!” She started crying, and every sob made her tits bounce wildly under the tiny bikini top.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Wilfred was fighting a battle with himself. On the one hand, he felt genuinely sorry for Mary and the way she'd been treated. On the other, he was a man with natural wants and urges,. And seeing this near naked beauty, her breasts jiggling with each sob wracking her body, he had a very natural but, under the circumstances, inappropriate reaction. His dick got rock hard, tenting his shorts with his little 7 inch flagpole.

He felt the best way to hide it was to get so close that she could not see his predicament, and so he went in for a consoling hug, trying to position himself so that he did not press his manhood against her. He patted her clumsily on the back and told her "there you go, let it all out."

When her sobs subsided, he handed her a paper handkerchief and made a little show of giving her some privacy so she could compose herself. Hands in his pockets, back turned towards her, he pinched his balls so hard that he almost cried out in pain, but at least his manhood took the hint and shrank. He turned back towards her, tears in his eyes and a bright practiced smile on his lips.

"I think the first order of business is to get you some new clothes. The store Ben sent you to only sells clothes for *ahem* adult games and canoodling. Probably he didn't know there were other stores with more proper clothes here." It was a feeble explanation at best, but he felt he needed to give his friend the benefit of the doubt.

"And you have done nothing wrong, Mary. This is all new to you, and Ben can at times be a little... impatient, like you said. Now, I am here to help you both. Ben should be released from the clinic this afternoon, and I suggest we go clothes shopping and lunching, You, Lali, and me. And then we can go pick up Ben from the clinic and I can have a talk with him."

He didn't mention how he was going to tear Ben a new one for his behaviour. Will was seething, which was strange considering that this had been his idea in the first place. But again, he'd expected more from his friend. Will had never seen this side of Ben before. And a realisation hit him. Ben had never treated Will this way because he considered Will his equal or even superior.

Glimpses of past events flooded Will's brain and he realised what he thought was Ben in a joking mood when he'd treated waiters and shop assistants in a certain way, it was Ben making fun of people treating others like garbage. But it turned out to be no joke. This was who Ben was. Will felt guilty and a little nauseated. His best friend was a gigantic asshole. How could he have been so blind?

The answer gave itself: Ben had an undeniable charm and charisma when he wanted to. To be caught in the high-powered beam of his presence if he thought of you as an equal or superior was to feel blessed.

Will thought back to their days at the University. Ben had only shown an interest in the quiet unassuming Will when it became evident that he was top of his class in every class. He remembered how Ben had ingratiated himself with Will, and how Will had helped him pass.

All these thoughts coursed through his head as he walked Mary back to the house. He asked Lali if she could maybe help Mary find some more moderate women's clothing, and Lali rose to the occasion. There were leftover clothes from previous guests and servant's uniforms. Lali helped Mary mix and match clothes so she could leave the estate without being ogled at or worse.

All set, they piled into the car and went on a shopping spree for a suitable wardrobe for Mary. Not too demure, not too revealing, but sexy in a respectable and presentable way..

Will brushed any objections aside by calling it his wedding present for her, complimented her on her looks and offered kind and constructive criticism as needed with the outfits she tried on. Other than that he tried to keep the mood light and supportive for Mary.

They had lunch at a restaurant by the harbour where Will was courteous with the waiting staff. He had also spoken to Lali as an equal like he always did, and he hoped the lesson took with Mary: Never treat people any worse than you yourself wanted to be treated. Ben had set a terrible example, and Will knew he had some serious work ahead of him.

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Ben awoke with considerably less pain than what he'd fallen asleep with. Liberal applications of ointments and painkillers and sedatives had given him a good night's sleep and a decidedly loopy mindset. So when the nurse told him he had visitors, he giggled gleefully and said "send them in!"

Walking through the door came Wilfred, the sour matron, and a sharp dressed beautiful young woman that seemed familiar to- was that MARY!? His mouth fell open and jolted him enough to wipe the silly drug induced grin off his face.

"What-" he started to say, but Will cut him off with a steely voice, his eyes flashing with anger Ben had never experienced before. "The first words I want to hear out of your mouth, Ben, is apologies to your wife and Lali for the way you've behaved!"

Ben felt like he'd been slapped across the face. Behaved? What the Hell was Will talking about? And who did he think he was, coming to his sickbed and berating him in front of both his wife and the staff. His sunburned face turned a delicate shade of purple as he sat upright, preparing to let Will have a piece of his mind.

Will cut across him as he opened his mouth, seeing the signs of unjustified righteous anger. Raising his voice but still maintaining the steely edge, Will commanded: "SAVE IT!" And then Will lay into him in earnest on how he'd treated his wife and his staff and how his lack of basic decency and humility would ensure he would NOT get elected. Will stood for a solid ten minutes and let his friend have it. He told him how disappointed he was, not only because of Ben's true nature, but how he himself had been so utterly charmed by Ben.

It took Mary finally tugging on his arm for Will to back down, and he noticed Ben's stunned look. Will muttered "I need some air" and stalked out of the room, passing a few gawping nurses who'd apparently heard him yell. A pair of security guards approached him, but he held up his hands and said "show's over, sorry for the disturbance" before brushing past them and seeking refuge outside under the shade of some palm trees where he sat down heavily and buried his face in his hands.

Lali had followed Will out of the room, leaving Ben and Mary alone. Ben swallowed, and looked at her. "You look great in those clothes, Mary," he ventured, stretching his hand towards her, hoping she'd take it. She was, after all, a part of the strategy to win. And if she felt mistreated, it might reflect badly on him. "I've been a selfish fool. Please forgive me. I love you," he said imploringly.

 

[charitybimbo]

Mary didn’t think when Wilfred put his arms around her, she just leaned in and cried and cried. He patted her on the back, and his arms were thick, strong but not sculpted like Ben’s. He reminded her of her father, and it made her cry harder because everything was so unfamiliar here. Finally, she exhausted her tears, and he handed her a handkerchief and turned away so she could put herself together.

When she finally looked at him again, it almost looked like he’d been crying too. She bit her lip, wondering what was wrong. He was smiling, though, and before she could really think, he was talking about shopping, and she felt a surge of happiness at the idea - especially when he said Lali would come with them. Lali had been so nice to her yesterday. She was relieved that there were other stores, though.

“I AM an adult, though,” she said, in case he thought she was too young for whatever games the first store sold clothes for. Then she remembered what the man there had said, and she frowned. He was so nice, though, and he seemed so smart, that she thought it would be ok to ask him. “Mister Fry, can I aak you something?”

“The… um… the man at the store said he would give me a discount for a blowjob,” she said. “I don’t know what that is, so… I hope I wasn’t supposed to say yes. I know it was a lot of money, and I wouldn’t have said no, except he was making me nervous.”

“I was going to tell Ben, but I never got the chance,” she explained, biting her lip, nervous all over again. “Do you think he’ll be mad about the money? Should I wait until he’s feeling better?”

She was so glad Mr. Fry was there. He was Ben’s best friend, and she had obviously let her husband down yesterday. She needed all the help she could get with him.

They walked back to the house, and Lali helped her find something to wear that wasn’t quite so revealing, and they went shopping. It was a whole different experience. With Will, they went to nice shops and there were nice salesgirls who made a fuss over everything. They made her feel special and important, instead of scared. The clothes were still pretty scandalous by her family’s standards, but she saw other women dressed in the same kinds of things, and if her thighs were bare, at least nobody could see her panties or her nipples.

Then they had lunch at a nice restaurant with a view of the harbor, and she felt more like family with Will and Lali than she did with her own husband. He was nice to everyone, and she felt so much more at ease with him than with Ben, who was so moody. She watched the boats, and tried not to be sad. Nobody wanted to be around a sad girl. She’d find a way to make Ben happy, and then things would be better, that was all.

Then they went to the clinic. She was wearing a little skirt that she felt was too short, and a top that left part of her tummy bare and had what she thought was a scandalously low neckline. Will and Lali assured her it was perfectly normal, though. And the way Ben looked at her made her heart race. He gaped. She giggled.

Then Will lit into him. She stared, shocked, as Will talked to her husband like he was a naughty child. She could see Ben getting angry, and then humiliated, and then starting to crumble. It was awful. It was even more awful because there was really nothing Will was saying that was wrong. It was just… she hated to see her husband brought low.

Finally, she pulled on Will’s arm. He whirled towards her and then seemed to snap out of it. He and Lali left, and then Ben turned to her.

“No,” she said when he apologized. She took his hand as soon as he offered it, pressing it to her heart, his sunburned skin blistering hot against her bare cleavage. “You don’t have to be sorry. You’re my husband. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to make you happy the way I should, but I promise I’ll do better. Just, be patient with me, I’m still just learning.”

She was learning, she realized. There was one thing that she knew her husband liked, and as soon as the thought occurred to her, she realized she was ready. Not quite like she had been the first night, but better than yesterday afternoon. She looked around, and realized they were alone. She had an idea and blushed fiercely. She stepped closer, and leaned down.

“Do you want to put your penis in me?” she whispered.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Ben giggled, still high on the drugs. "Honey, sweetheart, yes I want to stick my penis in you, but can you do me a favour? Even though what you are calling it is technically correct, it's not very romantic or sexy. Try asking me if I want to fool around or if I want to make love tou you or even" here he lowered his voice and said in a stage whisper, "if you are feeling horny, ask me if I want to bang you or screw you or fuck you. It is allowed to use these words."

While he was talking, his other hand had slipped under her skirt and pulled her panties down. He found her to be a little slick, and her freshly waxed vulva was nice and soft to the touch. He found her little nub and started rubbing it before he replied, "yes, I want to fuck you right here, right now." He flung the covers aside and pulled down his boxers.

"Climb aboard the Ben train and toot my whistle for me," he yelled while she maneuvered herself on top of him and sank down on his erect member. She was better today, but he had to move her hands away from his stomach and his feet because of the burns. In the end he gritted his teeth and started thrusting back at her to get it over with, careful not to let his souring mood show, switching his charm up to full wattage to keep her happy.

Ben realised that, pretty and sexy though she was, Mary was not his kind of woman. She was too... innocent, too eager to please, too inexperienced. No, his kind of girls were the hardened party girls that knew how to please a man and did everything in their power to do so to gain something from him, usually cash, clothes, or blow.

He came inside her with a grunt and gave her his best fake smile. "Phew! Thank you, sweetheart! But I think I need some more rest now. The doctor said I needed rest, and I might have to stay another night," he said with a "sad" face. "It was stupid of me to go out without protection from the sun." He looked thoughtful for a moment, then remembered he had something important to tell her.

"Listen honey, I am going to need your help during my election. Wilfred will tell you what your role will be and I need you to do exactly what he tells you to do. And if that includes sleeping with other men, I want you to obey him like you would obey me. So I am ordering you as your husband to obey Will like you would obey me. In EVERYTHING. I need you to tell him what I told you. He will understand. Now I need you to leave. I have to rest and heal."

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Will was composing himself when Mary came out of the clinic. She stopped in front of him, and had an indecipherable and puzzled look on her face. She opened and shut her mouth a few times, and Wilfred assumed she was going to tell him off for yelling at Ben. "Listen Mary, I went over the line in there, but Ben needed to be told some truths. I regret none of the things I said, but I could have moderated my tone and chosen a better time for it, but the way he's been treating you and Lali and Jamie is indefensible. And so I apologise, and I want to thank you for stopping me."

He stood up and placed both hands on her shoulders and gave her a friendly peck on her cheek. "Now, was there something else you wanted to tell me?"

 

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Mary tried to pay attention to what Ben was saying, and she blushed when he explained how she could have said things differently. He was right, of course, even if some of the words he used were a little crude. It was hard to listen as carefully, because he was pulling her panties down as he said it, and it made her so dizzy and excited she could hardly think. His finger touched her there, and then he touched a different there that made her squeal. Her knees buckled, and she almost fell down.

She climbed on him, and held his penis, guiding it into her. She was wet enough it slid in easily, and she tried to bounce the way he wanted her. The trouble was, aside from the part she was straddling, he was sunburned everywhere. She had to hold her hands behind her head and make sure her feet didn’t touch his thighs, and it made it really hard to move the way he wanted.

He pushed up, and he finished, but she could see he was smiling a little too hard. He just wasn’t thrilled like he had been the first night. And he was already telling her to leave. At least he wasn’t angry, but in a way, this was worse. She’d let him down. She climbed off carefully, and then he called her back.

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She stepped out of his room, her head spinning, her mouth hanging open, completely flummoxed. Lali was reading a magazine, and Will approached her. For the second time in ten minutes, an older man she had been told to obey in all things was apologizing to her. She tried to say something, but what could she say? What Ben had told her had been the most horrifying thing she had ever heard. But he was her husband, and her job was to obey him.

She looked at Will, and suddenly, she was picturing him naked. Would he be more patient with her if he wanted to make love? It seemed like he would be, he was just nicer than Ben that way. She felt something tickling her thigh, and it took a moment for her to realize what it was, and what it meant. Her eyes popped even wider.

“Was there something else you wanted to tell me?” he said.

“I think I left my panties in the room,” she said. It just came out. She turned beet red. He stared at her, stunned.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “That’s not… I mean, it’s true, but it’s not what I have to tell you.”

She bit her lip, closed her eyes, tried to remember what Ben had said.

“Ben said I’m supposed to do whatever you tell me,” she said, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to remember. “You’re going to tell me about my… my role in the election. And I have to obey you like you’re my husband even if… if you tell me to… to sleep with other men.”

She opened her eyes, expecting to see disgust on his face. She wasn’t sure what his expression meant, but it didn’t look like disgust. She lowered her eyes, and after a moment, she realized she was looking at his shorts, thinking about his… what was that word Ben had used? Cock. She was wondering if Will wanted to put it in her… to make love to her. To fuck her.

She was sure the idea wasn’t supposed to excite her as much as it did

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Ah. So Ben had lumped the responsibility fully over on Will. Great. It wasn't like Will didn't have enough on his hands as it was. Deep down, Will knew it would come to this. A part of him was exasperated, but another part of him hoped Ben was as hopeless in bed as he was reported to be by his previous lovers. Because then, at least, he could have some fun himself.

Will, not a bad looking man in his own right, but not as handsome or charismatic as Ben, had to work harder to get women into bed, and he really had to know his stuff when it came to satisfying a woman. And Will had an abundance of a quality Ben sorely lacked: patience.

Lali and Will closed up on Mary, and Lali, half amused and half stern, whispered to Mary: "Wipe yourself off, child. Go to the toilet. I'll be there shortly with your panties." She gave Will a meaningful look, and Will at once went to retrieve her panties.

Inside Ben's room, and he found Ben absentmindedly studying and sniffing her panties. Will cleared his throat, and the awkwardness was so thick you could cut it with a knife. "She- she's gonna need those back, Ben," Will said to break the tension. Ben tossed her panties to him, and they just stared at each other for a while.

Things had changed between them. Ben's true colours had finally shone through, and Will was sadder and wiser for it. "Mary told me-" Will began, but Ben cut him off. "I know what she told you. Do whatever you want with her, she's too much of a goody-two-shoes for me, Will. No way in Hell will she go through with any of the things we'd planned with her."

Will bit back a scathing reply that would have shattered Ben's ego once and for all, and simply said: "You DO know this means I may have to get intimate with YOUR WIFE, right?" Ben nodded. "I do," he replied, "and I don't care." Still, there was a hurt look in Ben's eyes. Bruised ego? True feelings for Mary? Hard to tell, and Will didn't really care at this point. He felt let down by his friend, and any sort of remorse on Ben's part was better than none.

Will nodded in reply. "Very well. Just so there's no misunderstandings or hurt feelings." God, he still needed to placate the ego of this... this narcissist. Did he give one ounce of a fuck about Mary's feelings? About Will's? About anyone but himself? No.
So when Ben lied and told Will he might need to stay another day or two, Will just shrugged and muttered "Whatever you say, Ben. We'll let you rest up in peace."

Will knew perfectly well what Ben's plan was. He was going to leave the hospital and go on an almighty coke-fuelled bender. Will left the room, handed Mary's pants over to Lali, made a Google search, and found a highly recommended private detective, George Winthorpe the Third. Suppressing a giggle at the snobbery of the name, Will set up a multi-person trace on Ben to ensure he didn't land himself in too much trouble.

He waited for Mary and Lali to come out from the bathroom, and Will conveyed the news that Ben was to stay at the clinic for at least two more nights, and that he was not to be disturbed. Looking at Mary, he told her "we might as well start your training today".

On the ride back, Will and Lali were mostly discussing things like tropical storms and fishing conditions, and Lali went on a nice and lengthy humorous ramble about her children and grandchildren and their comings and goings.

Will seized the opportunity. "Here is the first lesson, Mary: there's a big difference between Ben and myself. Ben was born into a rich family, spoiled rotten, never had to work a day in his life, and graced with an inordinate amount of charm and raw charisma. Me on the other hand, I worked hard for everything I have, and so I appreciate it more. I served my country in war to gain the GI bill and studied hard both in high school and night school to gain entry to Harvard. I earned a scholarship that was compatible with the GI bill, and I still had to work on the side to make ends meet. Ben's parents threw enough money at Harvard that they couldn't refuse. And still I am lucky. Lali's children and grandchildren will have to work even harder than I did to get to what we in the USA call a middle class standard of living."

He let that sink in for a moment, gripped the steering wheel, and sighed. "Now, I was taken in by Ben's charisma because he needed my help to pass. And we remained friends because he saw potential in me. I had been frugal at Harvard, and I made some very wise investments. So much so that I now equal Ben's family in wealth. But I did not throw money at my problems and squandered what I earned. I worked through it. And that's the main difference between Ben and myself."

He didn't know why he felt the need to justify himself to her, but he did. He needed her to understand why Ben treated people like dirt, and he didn't. He suddenly realised they were back at the estate, having driven back almost by autopilot. Getting out of the car, Will told Mary "I suggest we all go freshen up, and then you and I meet in the living room, Mary."

He waited until Mary was out of earshot before turning to Lali. "This might be very unsavoury. I suggest you and the staff stay out of our way unless we explicitly call for you. And Lali, I may need your help more than usual in the coming days or weeks. I will think of a way to compensate your diligent work and discretion."

Fifteen minutes later he entered the living room to find Mary waiting for him. "Some of the things I tell you may shock you, some may excite or titillate you. As you know, we have Ben's blessing for anything and everything needed to be done to ensure he's elected. Ben wants to use you as bait or reward for sponsors of his mayoral campaign. To state it plainly, he wants you to have sex with sponsors to ensure they pay up."

Will felt dirty even saying the words. True, it had been Will's idea to use women as bait, but he'd envisioned women more like the party girls Ben usually surrounded himself with. Or out-and-out prostitutes. Not an innocent. Ugh. He felt like he was about to corrupt something pure and innocent. But there was nothing for it. This was the deal.

"So, earlier today you asked me what a bliwjob was. A blowjob, Mary, is when a woman takes a man's penis in her mouth to give him sexual satisfaction, or it can be used as foreplay. There are no set rules on how to perform a blowjob, since men have different tastes and sensitivities, much like women do. Incidentally, has Ben ever licked your vagina?"

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Ben was released from the clinic. He immediately checked into the swankiest hotel in town, managed to score some coke, and hit the town running, painting it red. He passed out in his hotel room at 3 AM, with two young women he'd hooked up with.

 

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Mary blushed as Lali ushered her into the ladies room, mortified that she had blurted everything out in from of the older woman, who had been so nice. She went into the stall by herself to clean up, and while she was there, Lali spoke to her gently.

“It’s not my place to say, child, but that… man?” She paused long enough that Mary found herself wondering what words she hadn’t used to describe her husband. She cringed a little, because she knew Lali had seen Ben barking orders, impatient, angry. What the older woman must think of him, of her for that matter?

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Lali said, finally. “He’s rude, selfish, mean and stupid. This is supposed to be your honeymoon, and he goes to play golf? With no sunscreen? White as he is?” She tsked, and Mary gave a soft, treacherous laugh. He was her husband, she wasn’t supposed to question him, but it did seem pretty stupid.

“As pretty as you are, you should find someone who treats you right,” Lali said. “Not… well… not use you like I heard you telling Mr. Will.”

“But he’s my husband,” Mary said. “I took a vow before God.”

Lali sighed, but didn’t press it. Sometimes you had to let young people learn the hard way. A few moments later, Will knocked on the door with Mary’s thong, which Lali passed over, and when she was dressed and a little calmer, Mary came out to talk to Will.

“We may as well start your training today,” he said.

She blushed fiercely, and looked down, but she after a long moment when it was uncertain what she would do, she nodded her head. Ben was her husband, and he had told her to obey Will, so she would obey him. On the way back, he and Lali made small talk at first, and she relaxed, nearly falling asleep as the tension of her meeting with Ben started to drain away.

But then Will started talking to her. She listened closely, frowning with concentration, as he told her how he was different from Ben. The trouble was, almost the first thing he said seemed wrong to her. Ben had never seemed charming to her. In fact, the more she thought about it, the less charming he seemed. On their wedding night, he had been interested in her body, he had flattered her a little, but really, he had barely spoken to her, other than to tell her what to do.

“I can see that you’re not the same,” she said, when he had finished. Even if she found Will much nicer to be around. “But I think you’re wrong about the difference between you. Maybe not, I don’t know much about money, but I know you’re a lot nicer than he is. Ben might be my husband, but I can already tell we’ll never really be friends. I’ll never be able to just tell him what I think, like this. I think you’re a hundred times more charming than he is.”

When they got back to the house, she showered and put on fresh clothes, and went to meet Will in the living room. He seemed nervous as he told her what Ben had planned for her. He seemed ashamed, and while she was horrified, it wasn’t really so different from what Ben had already told her. Just now she knew that this was Ben’s plan. But Will seemed really troubled.

She went to sit beside him on the sofa, putting her hands over his.

“It’s OK,” she said softly. “I’m his wife, and this is what he wants. I… I’m sorry I am so ignorant about these things. I promise, I’ll do my best to learn to do everything he wants you to teach me. Just, please be patient, because it’s all… just different from what I thought being married would be like.”

She blushed when he explained what a blowjob was. The idea was clearly perverted and disgusting, but she found herself licking her lips, wondering what Ben would think if she put his penis in her mouth.

“Have you ever had one?” she asked, simply curious, but breathless for some reason. Then he asked her if Ben had ever licked her vagina, and once she understood he meant her flower, she laughed, sweetly, blushing.

“No,” she said. “Why would he do that?”

 

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“Have you ever had one?"

It was Will's turn to blush as her innocent forthrightness caught him off guard. "W-why yes, yes I have," he stuttered. "Several times."

It felt like a crime to him. This beautiful young woman was so innocent that he would have to teach her things most teenagers already knew about. And then her next question just confirmed that. Why indeed would Ben lick her pussy? Ben was never a giver.

"Well Mary, if a man is a good and considerate lover, he will ensure that his lady partner has at least one orgasm. He can achieve this in many ways. But in my experience, what women enjoy most is a mixture of tongue and fingers manipulating their," he paused and smiled warmly at her, thinking of how impossibly innocent she was, "their little flowers."

Without realising it, he had slowly started stroking the inside of her lower arm. And he continued, "an orgasm is a strong and positive bodily reaction to sexual stimulation. It varies in strength from a nice wave of pleasure washing over you up to a sensation so strong that you almost faint from the intensity of what you feel. My guess is, you've never had the pleasure. But guessing from your body language around Ben, I think your body is more than ready for one."

He looked into her eyes and continued stroking her lower arm as he explained some of the more technical aspects, how men seldom were multi-orgasmic while women could range from one and done up to double to triple digits of orgasms during one lovemaking session. He taught her the more common colloquial terms of sex, like fucking, licking, sucking, blowjob, giving head, dick, cock, penis, boobs, breasts, tits, balloons, vagina, pussy, slit and on and on.

All was told in a low and patient tone, his eyes looking at her with an increased longing, his face inching painfully closer to hers, his hands still caressing her arms sensuously.

And without really knowing who had made the first move, they were suddenly kissing. A deep french kiss where their tongues entwind and teased and tickled, both letting out squeals of delighted surprise. His hands of their own accord started stroking her body, grazing her tits in the process.

Will broke the kiss after about a minute, jolting them both back to reality. "I- we- that was... wow! You are a good kisser. Did Ben ever tell you that?" His head swam, raging and roaring with sheer animalistic lust, coupled with a deep tenderness for this sweet and innocent beauty. Their faces were still only inches apart, his hands gently stroking her sides and backs.

All he wanted to do was to tear off their clothes and make love with Mary until she fucking screamed.

 

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Will’s blush surprised her, but she immediately saw that she had overstepped. It was just that he was easy to talk to about difficult, embarrassing things. She was about to take her question back, when he answered, and she found herself looking at his crotch, trying to imagine if his penis was the same as Ben’s, or whether it would be as different as everything else about them. She wondered what it would taste like, whether it would feel different in her mouth than it did between her legs.

Then he added “several times,” and her eyes nearly fell out of her head.

“D-do you like it?” she asked, more flustered than ever.

When he started to explain to her about the licking, she couldn’t help squirming. They were talking about their most private parts, calmly and casually, and there was none of Ben’s impatience with her. She knew she was ignorant about these things, but she hadn’t quite known how much she didn’t know. She was so glad it was Will explaining to her and not Ben. Ben would have yelled at her when she asked what an orgasm was.

“So for boys it’s… it’s when they squirt that stuff in there?” she said, too embarrassed to look him in the eye, but curious. It explained why Ben always seemed to change after he squirted.

When he told her he thought her body was ready for one, she turned all the way away from him, too embarrassed to even think for a few moments. When she turned back, instead of asking the questions she had meant to ask, she kissed him. She started to pull away, horrified with herself. He wasn’t her husband, he was teaching her, and she was acting like some kind of slut.

But his arms went around her, and he kissed her back, and their tongues slid around each other, until they pulled apart, panting.

He told her she was a good kisser, and she shook her head when he asked if Ben had told her that.

“I don’t think Ben likes anything about me. Except my tits,” she amended, sadly. She was shivering with excitement, wanting to experience the things that Will had been talking about so badly, but not wanting to betray her husband.

“I… Ben told me I’m supposed to do whatever you tell me to,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his at last. “It’s not cheating if you tell me to do it.”

 

[Niceandbrutal]

“I don’t think Ben likes anything about me. Except my tits,”

There was a matter-of-fact sadness in that statement. But it summed up Ben pretty well. He was, for all intents and purposes, a spoiled child that wanted new toys, neglecting what he'd already had.

Will had tried answering her questions along the way both truthfully and with some tact. Her body almost screamed for his attention, and Will wanted more than anything to give her her first good sexual experience.

“I… Ben told me I’m supposed to do whatever you tell me to. It’s not cheating if you tell me to do it.”

"I know," Will almost whispered. "He told me the same thing." He leaned in and gently squeezed and stroked her breasts. "And I want you to obey me like you would him. The first thing I want you to do is to undress, but not just to get your clothes off. I want you to savour the undressing and to do it slowly. Feel and enjoy the fabric against your skin. Lovingly stroke and caress your skin with your hands. Relish the air hitting your bare skin, maybe causing some gooseflesh and your nipples to harden. Is it the air or is it that you're horny that makes your nipples hard?"

He watched her undress. There was a lot of work that needed to be done before she could be termed an accomplished seductress. Be that as it may, the naked body standing in front of him was nothing short of spectacular.

"Close your eyes," he told her. "Let your hands explore your body. Forget I am here and touch yourself all over as if your hands were those of a caring lover, caressing you in all the places your parents told you not to let boys touch."

He watched her firm young body moving and got rock hard. He undressed himself while her eyes were shut and stood before her as naked as she was. "Now let my hands join yours. Let me caress that magnificent body of yours."

He crossed the distance between them and his hands glided over her smooth skin. His dick was at full attention, all 7 inches of it. "Now lie down and spread your legs, Mary."

"I want you to tell me if you like what I am doing. Tell me to go slower or faster or to focus on another spot. I will not stop until you orgasm at least once."

And with that, he pushed her legs further apart and started gently licking her pussy.

 

[charitybimbo]

Mary gasped when Will leaned over and started to touch her breasts. Every instinct she had told her to tell him to stop, that she was married, that he was her husband’s best friend. It was wrong! But it wasn’t, somehow. Because Ben had told her to do what Will told her to do. It was confusing, and exciting, and it was a moment before she realized how different Will was.

She liked it when Ben had squeezed her breasts, but he had been rough, and it had been a little painful. Will touched her more gently, and it was as if he had some sort of magic. She moaned as his caresses sent shivers of excitement through her body. She forced herself to listen, and blushed fiercely when he told her how he wanted her to undress.

Undress, but not to take her clothes off? She started slowly, unbuttoning the blouse she wore, watching him closely for approval. When she slipped it off, he nodded, and then she unzipped her skirt. It was when she bent down to free her shoes from the skirt that she got it. It wasn’t about taking her clothes off, as much as it was about showing off her body. She reached back to unhook her bra, and then held it in place as she slipped the straps off her shoulders.

Only after she had let it fall did she move her arm and reveal her breasts. She slid her panties down slow, bending low. Her heart was racing, her skin was tingling, alive to sensation like it never had been. As she closed her eyes and caressed herself, it was overwhelming. She whimpered with excitement, with shame and fear, and hope.

This was how she had felt on her wedding night, so turned on that she felt like she was going to catch fire, or boil away into steam. When he started touching her, too, she sobbed with pleasure. He was so sweet, so gentle, and it was as if he knew her body better than she did. One little touch between her legs and her knees buckled. But he was ready, he caught her and lay her on the bed.

She spread her legs wide for him, and then something was there. She felt something prickly against her inner thighs, and then something touched her. That spot Ben had grazed the other night, Will circled and teased, and her body arched up, every muscle tensing, and then fell back, releasing the tension. She let out a whoop of pleasure, and opened her eyes to see that it was his tongue she had felt. His stubble tickling her thighs. Another wave of ecstasy tore through her, leaving her trembling and crying with pleasure.

This was what an orgasm was. No wonder Ben wanted it. No wonder they thought the donors would pay for it. Another shock of bliss left her too high to even think, and she bucked, screaming, shivering. Her thighs clamped shut on his head and she ground against his face, unable to hold back. After a few minutes of this, she pushed his head away.

“It’s too much,” she panted. Her body was limp, exhausted. She was overwhelmed. She gazed at him, and he knew she was hooked. A minute to catch her breath, and she’d be ready for more. An hour, she’d be aching for it. By tomorrow, she would be frantic.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

The moment his tongue touched her pussy lips and pushed upwards towards her clit was electric. Her first orgasm came in less than a minute, and her movements and exclamations made him feel like a virtuoso concert violinist playing an extra rare Stradivarius violin after it had been played as a fiddle by a redneck in a hoedown.

It was extremely gratifying to have someone so responsive to his touch at his mercy and command. Though as his oral ministrations continued, he felt that he'd jump off a bridge if she'd told him to, as long as the reward was an hour in bed with her.

She moaned. She screamed. She yelled out, finally getting the release she'd craved her whole life. She clamped her thighs around his head and thrust against his tongue as if her life depended on it. Will had never in his life been hornier. He wanted nothing more than to pry his head away from between her thighs and plunge his dick inside her to the hilt.

But he was old enough and wise enough to hold back. This was her moment, and hers only. He kept it up until the sound he was waiting for, that deep mixture of moan and scream. And sure enough, she opened her thighs and pushed his head away. “It’s too much”. Will reluctantly withdrew his head and moved upwards. Lying next to her, he cradled her in his arms and gently stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

"That was magnificent," he whispered to her. "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen." This was not hyperbole on his part. He'd had his fair share of partners and good sex, but none so receptive or responsive as Mary. And so, for now, he was content to cuddle her and let her come down from her first round of orgasms, ever.

He looked at her beautiful and innocent features and felt a pang of conscience and... something. A longing. He hated himself for proposing to use her as bait and reward, though with her sexual awakening he was sure she'd enjoy the work. Still, there was a feeling of unease at the prospect of letting other men, even Ben, have their way with her.

All the while, his cock was throbbing, fit to burst. He continued caressing and cuddling her, but made no effort to hide the fact that he too wanted, no, NEEDED release. His manhood was gently poking her lower back as he took in the beauty of her current condition on top of her natural beauty.

"I think we can call that a resounding success, sweetheart. I like that you set boundaries and told me when you'd had enough. That's very important. If your partner fails to respect you when you say 'no' or 'stop', it is a bad thing. Even if it is Ben." He was hoping she would be ready for more, his dick gently but insistently pushing against her back as a reminder. The touch of her skin alone whenever she moved sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him.

"If and when you're feeling up to it, I would like to teach you the basics of blowjobs and of making love." He voice was a bit unsteady as the horniness in him steadily mounted. God, he'd never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Mary.

When she was rested and ready, Will asked her to sit between his legs and familiarize himself with his dick. "They come in a variety of sizes, penises does. Mine is OK, or so I've been told." With 7 inches, Will's dick was a bit longer and wider than Ben's but it was not monstrously big.

Will pointed out the two most sensitive points on the dick, the edge of the head and the area right beneath the urethra. He showed her how to stroke his penis to tickle the right spots, and warned her that what felt good varied from man to man, much as it did with women.

She experimented a bit until Will was satisfied she'd got it before he moved on. "Now, your mouth can be employed in several ways to please a man. You can just use your tongue to tease without putting the penis in your mouth. This can be maddening if the man is close to coming as it prolings the sweet agony of pre-otgasmic horniness without release."

He let her experiment with her tongue and lips before telling her, "now put it in your mouth." After she had engulfed his cock's head in her mouth, he spoke with a steadily more quaking vouce. "Just keeping it in your mouth is not enough for a man to come. Movement is needed. Now, some women manage to engulf the entire penis with their mouth and throat if they don't have much of a gag reflex. Combined with the woman sucking, it feels like you are actually fucking. But this isnt for everyone. More commonly, the woman jerks the dick with her hand and bobs her head back and forth while using her tongue."

"T-try it now," he almost begged her. Between her fumblings before she got things right and him being so frustratingly horny he could scream, his dick had decreased a little in size, but he told her not to be discouraged as this happened to most men. As she grew better, she brought him to the brink before he gently pushed her off and gasped "I want to make love to you. Please say you want to make love to me!" The agony and want for release was written clear across his face, and his voice was thick with lust.

 

[charitybimbo]

"That was magnificent," he whispered to her. "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen."

She giggled, blushing, and snuggled closer, hiding her face. Nobody had ever told her anything like that. Even Ben had been critical about her hairy pussy, though he had liked her tits a lot. Then he just held her. Ben had never done that, and it was nice. What she had just experienced was so good, but it was so overwhelming that she was afraid, confused, just overwhelmed by it. His arms were strong, safe, and his body pressed against her sweetly.

It wasn't quite better than her orgasm, but if he hadn't done it, she thought she would be lost. As it was, she was able to relax in his arms, slowly settling down from that impossible high. Her heart slowed, her breathing settled back to normal. She felt so good, but not the overpowering delight that she had felt. This was more like a trance, she was so peaceful.

"I think we can call that a resounding success, sweetheart. I like that you set boundaries and told me when you'd had enough. That's very important. If your partner fails to respect you when you say 'no' or 'stop', it is a bad thing. Even if it is Ben."

At first she grinned, it was a suceess! It had felt better than anything she had ever experienced, so good she was sure she should feel guilty about it, but he said it was a success. Then he told her she had set boundaries. Had she? She had pushed him away, but... She frowned at him, brow knitting. Was this a trick?

"I'm sorry, it was just too much," she said. "I didn't mean to tell you what to do."

"I would never say no to Ben," she said, and her brow relaxed. She smiled. "Or you, unless Ben says not to."

The way he looked at her, she thought he didn't like that answer, but Ben was her husband. If he told her to stop listening to Will, she would stop listening to Will, it was as simple as that.

"If and when you're feeling up to it, I would like to teach you the basics of blowjobs and of making love." His voice sounded unsteady, and she looked at him, worrying that maybe she had done something wrong.

"I'd love that!" she said, eagerly.

He asked her to sit between his legs and familiarize himself with his dick. She sat cross legged between his spread legs, and reached out, touching him. It was soft - the skin was soft, at least. Silky, delicate, but wrapped around hot, throbbing iron. She gasped.

"They come in a variety of sizes, penises does. Mine is OK, or so I've been told."

"Yours is wonderful," she said, looking up at him, smiling, a little embarrassed. How could she have been so wrapped up in his penis that she forgot he was there? She blushed. "It's big, though. At least, bigger than Ben's. I...."

She stopped. He hadn't said he would put it in her, so she shouldn't suggest it. She just knew that at that moment, she would do anything he told her to. Of course, Ben had told her to do anything he told her to, so that was good. She just hoped it was ok that she wanted him to put it in her. She realized she had never wanted Ben that way. She barely learned that people did that before Ben started getting impatient with her.

She caressed Will's cock, feeling more intimate with it than she had with Ben. Her fingers explored, and fondled. She stroked him, he seemed to like that, and she thought it must feel like it felt for Ben when he was thrusting his dick into her. From how Will was reacting, she wondered if the hand was nicer. Of course, her flower didn't have any fingers, it couldn't do what her hand could do. Maybe she would show Ben how she could use her hand and he would be happier.
"Now, your mouth can be employed in several ways to please a man. You can just use your tongue to tease without putting the penis in your mouth. This can be maddening if the man is close to coming as it prolings the sweet agony of pre-otgasmic horniness without release."

She halfway listened as she shifted onto her side to kiss his cock. She pressed her lips to it, watching his face to see how he liked it when she kissed different places. After a little, she licked it. Her eyes opened wide. Maybe she shouldn't have been surprised, but she had expected it to taste gross. It was a little salty, a little meaty, but it was actually nice. She kissed again, licked again, working her way down from the tip to the root where his balls hung loose and wrinkled. She kissed them, too, not licking because they were so hairy

"Now put it in your mouth."

She looked up at him, shyly, and then she nodded. She lifted herself up so she could get the mushroom-like head to her lips, and she took that much in her mouth. Her lips wrapped tight around him, right at the edge of the head where he said it was the most sensitive. He let out a breath, and waited a beat. She waited, wondering what was next.

"Just keeping it in your mouth is not enough for a man to come. Movement is needed."
Mary immediately began to move her head up and down. At first it was incredibly awkward, but then she shifted, tucking her knees under her, resting her arms on his thighs to steady herself. She could move her head much more easily that was, and concentrate on the was his cock felt pushing over her tongue, sliding past her lips.

He was a little bit smaller when she started, but soon he was back to full size, and she looked up at him. The look on his face frightened her a little, until she stopped. He looked like she had stolen his lunch money, but then he reached down to guide her head. She purred as she started sucking again. He smiled that warm, kind smile again.

"Now, some women manage to engulf the entire penis with their mouth and throat if they don't have much of a gag reflex. Combined with the woman sucking, it feels like you are actually fucking. But this isnt for everyone. More commonly, the woman jerks the dick with her hand and bobs her head back and forth while using her tongue."

"T-try it now,"

She tried. His cock pushed against the back of her throat, and she felt like she was going to throw up. She pulled back, took a deep breath, sucking loudly around his cock.

He gently pushed her off and gasped "I want to make love to you. Please say you want to make love to me!"
"I want to make love to you," she said, obeying before she really thought about what he was telling her to do. But when she heard herself say it, she knew it was true. She giggled nervously. Ben had done it to her in a few positions, and she was excited to see how Will did it.

"But, after, maybe, could I try again to do the thing with the gag reflex?" she said. "Because I think I can do better."

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"I want to make love to you."

Had sweeter words ever been spoken? Will almost cried with joy and relief, and he couldn't hide his eagerness as he sat up, kissing her fervently before he prepared to speak, to tell her how he wanted to do this. But she beat him to it.

"But, after, maybe, could I try again to do the thing with the gag reflex? Because I think I can do better."

That gave him some pause. "Unless you're making love with a very young man, it might take a while before a man can get hard again. Hours, maybe a day or more, depending on his age. It's called a refraction period. But it's been so long since last time I made love that it shouldn't be a problem."

Ugh. He was talking too much. "Now come here, you," he said, grabbing her arm playfully and pulled her toward him. He kissed her again, deeply and longingly as his hands sought out her little flower to feel if she was ready for him. She seemed more than slick enough so he pushed her backwards and followed her, until he lay on top of her, feeling her breasts squashed deliciously against him and the warmth of her smooth skin.

"I want to see your face as I make love to you. I want to hear every moan, see your skin flush, see you sweat and writhe in extacy." He felt almost posessed. He'd never spoken so fervently to any woman before. "As before, tell me if anything hurts or if you want me to do things differently."

He lifted himself up and stood on his knees between her legs, his member jerking slightly with every beat of his heart. He lined himself up with her slit, but couldn't help himself. He rubbed it up and down a few times with his dick, teasing her. And then he positioned himself properly and slowly but surely pushed his way into her vagina.

He gasped in surprised joy. So warm. So slick. So tight. He cautiously withdrew, feeling her instinctively matching his movements. And in again, a little more forceful. And out. And in. The force and speed of his thrusts increased slightly as they got used to each other and found a common rhythm.

It was bliss, it was paradise to make love to this woman. She was responsive and clearly liked what he did to and with her. He stopped and looked at her. "You are wonderful. But I would like for you to try something. You have muscles that can grip a man's dick and make your little flower tighter. Try to pretend that you're on the toilet and doing a number two. Sometimes we contract the butthole to cut the number two off. Try that contraction now."

After a few faltering attempts, he felt a firm grip on his penis, and he became almost dizzy with delight. After a few further attempts she matched the pinching with his thrusts, and he knew he would be coming soon. He reached down with one hand to gentlt rub her clitoris as his pace increased to ensure they would come together.

And the orgasm started manifesting itself ever so bittersweet. A tickling in his loins and in his head traveled towards each other along the spine, meeting in the middle and releasing a warmth inside him that was making his whole body tingle. By now he was piledriving like a jackhammer as pure unadulterated lust finally seized him and left no coherent thought in his head except the chase for the releasing orgasm.

And then the tickling of his cock was all that he felt and all that mattered and he tensed up as a releasing cramp seized his body, his face red and pearly with sweat, and a sound halfway between a moan and a roar as he shot his load inside of her, and he blacked out for a few seconds, and he came to still buried to the hilt and he somehow wasn't soft so he continued plowing into her until finally he was overcome and his root wilted and he slid out of her as he collapsed on top of her and rolled over to the side, giggling like a happy child.

He pulled her towards him and just held her, giggling warmly and kissing her and holding her, her skin as warm and slick as his.

After a small eternity he simply exclaimed "WOW!" And giggled anew. He had never experienced sex as intense as this ever before.

Another small eternity: "That was... just... WOW!" And he leaned in and whispered in her ear: "That was the best sex I've ever had."

 

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Mary nodded her head as he explained about the refraction period. She watched him intently, and no matter what he thought, she was actually grateful for everything he was teaching her. Her knowledge of sex was limited to her mother telling her to do what her husband wanted, and of course her experiences with Ben which only managed to make her confused and disappointed in herself.

Then Will had come along, and it was so different. He was so patient, and thoughtful, and he explained everything. Really, it was smart of Ben to let him teach her. She might never have figured these things out if Will hadn’t explained it to her, and now she was already going to be better for Ben.

A little part of her thought What if she had married Will instead? But she pushed that thought away. Ben was her husband, and it was her duty to fall in love with him. She wouldn’t fall for Will, she told herself. He was just teaching her how to be a better lover for Ben and his donors. There was no reason to feel anything about it. And if she felt a swelling in her chest and a giddiness being with him that she had never felt before, well, that was something else. It couldn’t be love.

No matter how wonderful it felt when he pulled her into his arms, and kissed her as lay her back on the bed. She giggled, delighted, and gazed up at him. She could fool herself, but he was old enough and experienced enough to look in her eyes and see that she was falling for him, hard.

When his fingers grazed her flower, her eyelids fluttered closed and she let out a moan. She was still soaked from multiple orgasms, still sensitive, and all it took was that little touch to put her in a sex-trance. She opened her eyes and looked at him as his cock entered her.

It was so different than Ben. He was thicker, yes, and she felt the extra girth. Will didn’t shove it in, though. He slid slowly, opening her body inch by inch, and she was shivering in a fever of lust by the time he was all the way in. And when he began to stroke her, her body knew what to do as it never had with Ben. It was different than when he had licked her, not as intense, but deeper. His tongue had mostly touched that little nub that was just inside her folds, but his dick seemed to sink into her soul.

Her body answered, pushing up to meet every stroke, and her coos and moans and gasps made a sort of music that swelled and built to a climax so different from the orgasms she had felt before they hardly seemed like the same thing. Then he was talking again, telling her to clench. It was what she felt when she was orgasming, and after a moment, she figured out how to do it intentionally, and the look of pleasure on his face made her glow.

He started to stroke her faster, and she could feel his need building. When he reached between them to touch her, she bit her lip. It was still too sensitive, and unnecessary. She could feel herself reaching another peak just from the movement of his cock inside her. But he touched her, and it brought it on faster. Suddenly she was writhing and spasming under him, clutching him fiercely with arms, legs and pussy as he pounded her violently.

And when he came, he didn’t stop, not for a long time, and then they were both panting and giggling and clutching each other. He didn’t fall asleep, or call for a drink. He just held her and kissed her. He told her it was the best sex he’d ever had.

“Me, too!” she said, and then she started laughing. To even compare what Ben had done to her with what they had just shared was absurd.

“I love….” She stopped. Her eyes opened wide, and she mumbled, trying to cover her mistake. “I l-love th-that you’re teaching me.”