Despite my religiously conservative upbringing, I had a relatively normal childhood. I grew up in the mid-west and my childhood was typical. I had the same group of friends since kindergarten and we all grew up in a suburban paradise together. From elementary school to high school, everything was what you'd call normal. I owned an old beaten up Ford Mustang that would make all the girls swoon, but I was much too shy to approach them, despite my good looks, athletic abilities and tight knit crew. All of my friends of course had multiple girlfriends and various escapades they'd all boast about. For a brief period, I was teased about my lack of experience, but in time they grew tired of making fun of me and refocused their attentions on getting me laid. It almost happened too, Nicole Willis, who was the captain of the debate team expressed interest but unfortunately, before anything could happen, my family had whisked me away, plucking me out of my perfect life, reminding me of my roots and that I was not, in any way like 'these people'.
Arranged marriages were still common in my religion and despite my protests, my father insisted on tradition and that I remain virginal until I was married. On the eve of my 18th birthday, my life would change forever when my father announced that the following day, I'd be travelling across the country to meet my future wife and her family. I was livid.
Another thing I should mention about my culture is that fathers would often arrange marriages in order to be linked to an affluent family. I assumed that this was the case with my arranged marriage. The truth was far more daunting. My father had in fact found himself in severe debt and thus, had decided to 'sell' me, to the Kingston family who lived clear across the country in a secluded commune. They were apparently wanting to extend the bloodline and wanted an untouched virginal young man with good looks, intelligence and athletic abilities; in other words, all they really wanted were my genes. I was essentially sold to this family, who I knew absolutely nothing about.
I fought, I protested, but my father simply said his goodbyes and shoved me onto a greyhound bus. I would never again return and my life would never again be the same. Hours later, I arrived in a small hick country town, beyond terrified. As I made my way out of the bus, I realized that I was all alone with no support system, no family, no possessions, no money, nothing. As this was going through my mind, a middle aged buxom blonde emerged from a parked black and grey Mercedes. "Are you Andy?" she called out to me.
I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat. Before me was a goddess. She was tall, overwhelmingly so. She was busty, she was bronzed, she had long golden hair with sparkling blue crystal eyes. I turned into a stuttering blubbering moron. This was Caroline Kingston and she would be my future mother in law. She sensed my nervousness and found it mildly amusing, snickering to herself before ushering me into her fancy black and grey Mercedes. The trip to her commune was a blur. Of course, she rambled on and on about her mundane life. All I could do was sit and nod, trying ever so hard not to stare, trying ever so hard not to sprout an erection in her presence. I then began to wonder what my wife to be would look like. 'Perhaps this isn't going to be so bad after all...' I mused to myself.
As we pulled into the commune, I was taken aback by the sheer grandeur by it all. When I pictured commune, I imagined paddocks with dead grass, shacks on top of each other and unkempt hippies with no shoes and bad teeth. Instead, what I saw before me was a grand estate. A large eighteen foot brick fence surrounded the commune; a permanent security guard was positioned in a tower before a brass gate who simply waved us in. With my mouth agape, I took it all in. Sprawling lush green paddocks, a row of mansions: all occupied by members of the Kingston's, a community hall and smack in the center of it all: the main residence, where the patriarch resided. This place almost resembled a castle, both grand in size and in stature. I simply couldn't believe it. I was in sheer awe of the wealth of these people. I also realized that being part of this family would mean that I too, for the rest of my life, would be living in luxury. I'd never have to get a job. All I had to do was impregnate my wife...that was it. In my religion, that was my main purpose.
Caroline wasted no time in making me feel at home. She firstly introduced me to the immediate family. There was Mr. Kirk Kingston, the head of the family. This was a jolly, mild mannered middle aged man, who was genuinely happy to greet me. He gave me a warm bear hug and officially welcomed me into his family. "From now on, you're a Kingston" he said aloud. I was taken aback by with warmth and kindness. From there, their adult children all lined up in a row, all eager to meet me. I soon realized that this was a house comprised mostly of women. In total, I would have eight sister in-laws. There was Hannah, an eighteen year old goddess. Veronica, a twenty one year old beauty. Helen, a twenty three year old sultry wonder. Samantha, a twenty five year old babe, who towered over me. Patricia, a twenty year old beauty with bleach blonde hair. Jasmine, a twenty six year old voluptuous beauty. Georgina, a twenty eight year old brown haired, brown eyed babe and lastly, there was Desiree, she was an overwhelmingly tall statuesque woman, with confidence to boost. Standing before all these women, I suddenly felt intimidated.
I stood there awkwardly and all I could say was, "so.... which one of you is my wife?" this was met with snickers and giggles. Even Kirk joined in on the laughter.
From there, I was shown my quarters. A nice corner bedroom, at least three times the size of my old room back home. This room had a large bay window with overlooked a courtyard and pool. The view was absolutely breathtaking. The room itself had a king sized bed, a walk in dressing room and a mammoth private bathroom. In other words, I was in heaven, I'd clearly hit the jackpot. As I went about unpacking, a slight tapping at my door interrupted me. Pulling myself away from my task, I approached the door, aptly swinging it open.
Before me stood Sondra Kingston. She was beautiful. Slightly taller than me, with bronzed skin, dark brown eyes and long brown hair. She had an athletic build and was dressed in a pair of tight white jeans and a loose blue and pink blouse. She smiled at me, a sweet smile that made me weak at the knees. Before I could say anything entered my room, gently shutting the door behind me, "I just thought we should meet before we're paraded around in front of everyone" it was then that I realized that this was my wife to be. I'd clearly hit the jackpot. "Uhhh..." was all I could muster. She found my nervousness amusing, and chuckled to herself, "you're sweet" she added before leaning in and giving me a slight peck on my right cheek. "See you downstairs" with that, she was gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts. All of a sudden, I was struck with extreme anxiety. All I wanted to do moving forward was impress this goddess, to make her want me. All I wanted was to appear as able bodied, as macho and as confident as possible. Yes, this marriage was arranged, but I wanted her to want me.
A few hours later, I met the rest of the family. Georgina, Helen, Samantha and Veronica were all married and had children of their own. So I met their partners and their kids. In total, there were close to thirty of us seated around a long rectangular table having dinner. Of course, the focus was on me and Sondra. We sat at the head of the table and the whole thing felt almost ceremonial. At one point in the evening, Sondra leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, I know they're a bit much, but it will be okay" I meekly responded with a thankful grin.
Eventually, Kirk rose with a speech, "On behalf of the entire family, Andy, we'd like to welcome you to the Kingstons. So lets all raise a glass, to the newest addition to our family. May you have beautiful children" I sat there, embarrassed, red faced as I glanced over at an equally embarrassed Sondra.
The wedding was set for a week later.
Till then, we were encouraged to get to know each other better. We were not allowed to leave the compound. We were not allowed to share a room together and we were always to have some type of chaperone. In other words, it was me, Sondra and all of her sisters engaging in some kind of activity on the compound. Activities included: go karting, football, tennis and hours upon hours of board-games. The whole thing was overwhelmingly wholesome. Despite all the activities we were partaking in, it was clear that Sondra and I weren't really going to have any time alone together. I even made a few attempts to corner her. She was keen, she was eager but.... any type of intimacy was next to impossible. However, in the grand scheme of things, I knew it wasn't really going to matter. Soon we'd me married and I'd get to fuck her eventually. I hoped. I got the impression she was eager too with her stolen glances, knowing grins and playful banter back and forth.
Evenings were difficult. Sleeping all alone with nothing but my thoughts. I rubbed myself red raw almost every night, fantasizing about what sex with Sondra would be like. So many orgasms, so many fluids. So many cold showers. It was all I could think about. To say I was excited would be an extreme overstatement. I simply could not wait until my wedding night. It was the night I was not only going to lose my virginity, but it was the night I was going to experience Sondra Kingston, in all her glory.
Alas, the universe had other plans.
A few days before the wedding, there was a heat wave and thus, we all found ourselves going for a swim. At first, it was undeniable heaven. Sondra in a bikini. My god, what a body. She was toned, unbelievably so. A toned upper body, with semi muscular shoulders and arms, with washboard abs. Yes, she spent a lot of time perfecting her body, presumably for her future husband, me. Of course, all of her eight sisters had similar builds. I couldn't believe I was surrounded by such exotic beauty. I clearly had hit the jackpot. For the first time, I was happy. All too suddenly, I was hit with unfounded confidence. So much so, I wasn't thinking straight. All this, led to me making my way up to the diving board stupidly announcing, "hey everyone! Look at me!!" before diving into the pool.
A round of applause followed as I swam to the surface and emerged.
As soon as I rose from the water, the applause ceased. What followed were gasps, murmurs and shock. Standing confidently, I scanned the faces of the women before me, realizing that something was wrong. I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. My eyes darted to Sondra who was frozen in awe. Her face painted the picture of someone who was both horrified and embarrassed. It was then that I realized, her eyes were cast downward, staring hard at my mid-section.
I looked down.
