My name is Ellen Jane, and this is the story of my life up to now. I got married right after high school to get away from my lecherous stepfather, if I had to lose my virginity, it would be to the man of my choosing.
I was a plain girl and attracted the plain guys in school. We went to dances, and the movies and I petted some but I would never give up my virginity I never got drunk enough or carried away enough to want to do that with any man.
Jimmy Joe was different from the start, he was sweet and gentle and he never pushed for more then I was willing to do and he told me all the time he loved me and wanted me to have his babies.
Two weeks after graduation I took a job as a waitress at the "Doxie" and ran away and married Jimmy Joe. Clyde his daddy bought us a trailer and put it on his farm and so I had a home, husband, and responsibilities. It didn't take long before I figured out married life wasn't all I had hoped it would be for me.
Jimmy took me to the closest motel after our wedding and the sex hurt like hell it was awful he came about two seconds after his cock was buried in my bruised pussy. Several months later I am here to say it hasn't got a whole lot better just doesn't hurt as much.
I don't care much for sex. That's the truth. I do it because you're expected to as a wife.
Jimmy Joe works for his dad. He's often gone from before dawn to way after dark seven days a week. He drives a semi and delivers machinery his dad had sold or repaired all over three states. Mostly what he does at our house when he's home is eat, sleep, and fuck me when the urge happened to hit him.
No finesse that's my Jimmy, He kisses me, tumbles me into bed, sticks one of his fat callused fingers up my pussy to see if I'm wet then wet or not, follows that up with his cock. Ten minutes of pushing, shoving, and sweating and he comes, usually with a rebel yell hits my ass, and tells me what a great fuck I am and goes to sleep.
I'm left crying in the bathroom as I use our shower massager to get any kind of relief at all.
As fate would have it if you fuck often enough, without precautions you're bound to get caught. Since Jimmy Joe wanted babies we weren't using birth control. Two months into our marriage, I turned up pregnant. It was about six weeks after I found out I was pregnant, that this story really starts.
That night he fucked me and went to sleep, after coming home late from a run. As usual he left me unsatisfied and hungering for something I just wasn't sure what.
I got mad instead of having a good cry. I was itchy to do something, anything and so I called a girlfriend to pick me up. I couldn't drink beer but I could dance and listen to the music and have all the diet coke I wanted. She came and we hightailed it to the "Doxie" a local watering hole where I worked most weekends.
The night was perfect, full moon, temperatures were only in the seventies later in the year they would be hot and wet with the Louisiana summer skeeters set to eat any one alive who came out after dark but now it was perfect.
As if it was meant to be we ran into the twins Carl and Randy Maxwell. They were old friends from high school.
We played a little pool had a couple of drinks and joked a lot about having an orgy. Somehow the guys seemed to sense that Tootsie and I were bound for trouble and they meant to be there for the ride.
God those boys were hunks packing huge cocks tucked tight into jeans that didn't hide a thing and muscles. Working hard all day at the grain elevator made those muscles hard as stone and big as boulders. I get wet just thinking about old Randy in my pants.
Up to now I had never cheated because I wanted my baby to know its daddy. Too many of my girlfriends were never quite sure who had fathered their children. This night I got to thinking I was already pregnant no problem there, and as the thoughts of Randy's hands on me, and his cock up my pussy kept percolating in my brain I got hornier and hornier.
I had never been with a man but Fred and he couldn't be normal or not all my girlfriends would be raving about what great sex they were having with their men.
I wanted to see if all men were like him, or if there was something better out there. Finally I made a bet on the pool game we were playing. Loser had to suck the winner to orgasm.
Tootsie my girlfriend spit out her mouthful of beer and asked if I was sure. I nodded; she agreed to play as well. What were the guys going to do look like wimps? Never happen with a southern man besides they were winners either way.
I lost the first game. I was good at oral sex its how I stayed a virgin in high school. I took Randy and had him filling me with his seed in minutes. We played again. This time he lost and suggested we go out to the truck for privacy. I agreed and grabbed my sweater.
Fred had never touched me below my breasts it was all right to suck him off but eating me he thought was disgusting. I was quivering with need and with nerves and a deep desire to find out at last how it felt to have a man kiss, suck, and lick you to a climax.
He got me comfy on the seat and I thought it only right to tell him I was pregnant. He laughed, "Then I can fuck you later and I don't even need a rubber".
I smiled and pulled my jeans down and he bent his head. I kept my pussy shaved because I hated getting my hair caught in my jeans zipper and I hate panties, to confining. Randy groaned in appreciation and kissed me smack in the middle of my mound.
"Oh girl, I am going to make you scream."
The first feeling of his hot wet mouth and his long tongue licking up my slit and poking into my wet pussy almost sent me over the edge.
Meanwhile as I moaned as softly as I could, Tootsie and Carl joined us. They climbed up into the truck bed and got comfy on the air mattress. I got the feeling Tootsie had been there before a time or two.
I could hear her moaning as Carl got busy and felt Randy laughing into my pussy. He added two fingers to the stew he was brewing and I found myself arching into his hands my body on fire begging him to do something, anything to end this pleasurable torment.
I heard his zipper go down and felt a hot hard wide thing push against the mouth of my pussy. It was twice as big as Fred's I got up on my elbows and watched as he wet it and then gently, slowly pushed inside me. He stretched me to the point of almost pain and within a minute, he was way past where Fred's cock usually traveled, and I was feeling sensations I didn't know were possible.
I found myself swearing at him telling him to shove his huge man cock deep into my hole and fuck me senseless.
He laughed but took it gently as he remembered even if I didn't at the time I was pregnant. I kept climbing and climbing almost incoherent with need and then he said "Now Ellen Jane, now come on my cock now as I fill you with my come." He added his fingers to the mix pulling and twisting my clit and I came.
