Anna was a sheltered young woman growing up in a remote western town. The town was known for a certain type of religious fundamentalism. Families lived in large compounds, with - in many households - a suspiciously large number of adult women and one man. The state had the highest birth rate in the US, with fundamentalist sects swelling their ranks in rural communities.
In one such sect lived Anna, with her long blonde hair like spun gold. Her brown eyes were naturally long-lashed, and full of laughter. She was one of the prettier girls at her temple, and had recently completed all of her home schooling coursework necessary to obtain her high school equivalency. She was newly 18, had long ago begun her menses, and was considered to be of marriageable age. It was time for Anna to become a woman and a wife.
Although they allowed her to be educated, Anna's parents held tight to their old-fashioned, fundamentalist values. Her mother was one of eight sister wives, with little autonomy in a household bustling with the consuming responsibilities of childbearing and child-rearing. Anna's father, a church elder in a particularly extreme and isolated fundamentalist sect, had decided to marry Anna to another elder, a man of 43 years of age.
Anna didn't know Jebediah, but she did know he had five sister wives already in his household. She was moving from a home where she was one of 20 children, and would live in a home where only eight children had been born to date. This was an improvement for her, and she anticipated having slightly more privacy and autonomy than she had experienced in her previous life with 19 siblings.
A wedding date was set and the arrangement seemed suitable to all. Jebediah and Anna had never met, and they were introduced formally in the temple during the wedding ceremony. His large household was present, and he assured her father that he was prepared to receive an additional wife. Anna was a little anxious. Would she get along with her new family? She very much hoped so.
What complicated matters for Anna were her charming looks and manners. She was as sweet and pure as honey, and her beauty seemed immodest to the plain, hardworking women who preceded her as wives. Theirs was a no-frills lifestyle, full of work and hardship. Anna's had been a sheltered life, and she was unused to doing much besides praying, and the light chores her family required of her alongside her many sisters and brothers.
Life would not be easy in her new home.
Anna arrived at her new husband's house and all the other wives immediately held her in suspicion or disregard. Two of the sister wives were heavily pregnant, and all were haggard and dowdy from years of child-rearing. Now came Anna with her perfect waistline and taut budding breasts.
No one had to tell Jebediah how much he was going to enjoy initiating her into her wifely duties. The other sister wives couldn't wait to see Anna get a few road-miles on her. After two or three children and years of breastfeeding and laundry, they knew Anna's time in the sun would be gone, and by that time a new teen might be showing up with a suitcase.
Anna was unaware of the politics of plural marriage, however. All she knew was that her spiritual salvation depended on one thing: serving her new husband.
Dressed modestly in a long gown, shining hair covered, Anna woke before dawn on her first morning in the unfamiliar household. The head wife, Sarah, greeted her with a list of chores. Anna wouldn't see Jeb until the after-dinner hour, when he partook of a chosen wife's company in private. So Anna helped homeschool the children during the day, helped with the cooking, cleaned floors and did laundry. As the appointed hour drew near, she felt both exhausted and nervous.
What will he think of me? Am I virginal and pure enough to receive his holy seed? Will I enjoy fulfilling my devotions as a sister wife? Anna's mind was teeming but she did her best to focus on the sanctity of her duty.
At the appointed hour, Sarah motioned for Anna to enter a darkened room. Anna was instructed to remove her outer garment and to lie down on a bed wearing only her long white underdress, retaining her modesty. Shortly, Jebediah entered the room. He was a little shorter than Anna, losing some hair, with a moderate amount of paunch at his middle. He was clean shaven, kindly, but appeared very serious and stern with his furrowed, deep brows. Anna could see there would be no mistaking her duties to him. His commanding presence was formal.
"My new wife. Greetings to you, little one." He indicated that she should rise from the bed and come sit on his knee. Anna complied.
Her wide rear spread out on his thigh and he brought his hand around to gently cup her bottom. "Young lady, I have heard that you are an exemplary example of womanhood. It pleases my heart to take responsibility for your salvation here in this sinful mortal flesh. I hope you will demonstrate to me your joy in doing woman's sacred duty." Anna nodded. Jeb's face was close to hers. She could smell his slightly sour breath as he chastely kissed her on the forehead.
Emotionally, Anna was excited to now be fulfilling her sacred womanly duties. But on a physical level, she was not entirely comfortable with the way that he was stroking her bottom, or how his hand now snaked down the front of her dress to untie the lacing of her undergarment. She could feel his fingertips stroking her young breasts through the fabric, very discreetly searching to brush against her nipples.
"You are so young and fresh," he sighed. He brought his face toward her neck and began kissing her there. Slowly. Softly. He worked his way up to her ears. One hand now had her dress open and was gently fondling her breast. The other hand had gathered up her skirt and was urging her legs open. Slowly he was rubbing her lovely young legs, inching higher up the velvety soft skin of her parted inner thigh in a way that confused and overwhelmed her. No one had ever touched these parts of her body before. It felt unfamiliar - even a little frightening.
Anna still sat on his knee, but she could feel Jeb shifting so he could access her womanly gifts better. This was his birthright, to taste her charms, whether she wanted him to or not. She served her husband and, in so doing, served God's glory.
Between his kisses and urgent fondling, Anna could feel a dampness accumulating between her legs in spite of her discomfort with Jeb. She didn't know him well, and she wasn't physically attracted to him. But he was doing something to her that she couldn't resist, and she took comfort knowing she did not NEED to resist — or to have any opinions or make decisions about the situation. It was simply her duty to comply. She relaxed into her duties.
As Jeb nuzzled her neck, breathing in her youthful scent, Anna closed her eyes and straightened her back, pert young breasts protruding more as he massaged them, her firm tight young nipples inviting his fingers to pluck and pinch them. They were deliciously budding, so small and perfectly formed, young and taut.
Jeb thought with satisfaction about how full and swollen, long and udder-like they would become as Anna transformed with the strain of childbearing. His excitement grew as he considered the changes soon to come for this new broodmare as she bore his many children. He loved the feeling of possession he gained when his wive's bodies changed and swelled to accommodate his seed. He loved to see them growing stout when newly impregnated, waddling with heavy bellies, bellowing with their labors during childbirth, and finally leaking from their full breasts once the babies arrived. It was all so beautiful and natural. It gave him a feeling of enormous power and excitement, to be the patriarch for a group of bred women giving fruitfully of their loins to celebrate God's glory.
As Jeb fantasized about her future maternity, Anna felt a warm, hard lump growing in his pants next to her thigh. He was now delicately fondling her between her legs - a place no fingers had ever trespassed, not even Anna's. Her cotton garment was wet and clinging to her hot center as his hand stroked between her thighs, exploring the virgin garden between. He wanted to savor this beauty, but he didn't know how long he could wait. His manhood had grown to a rampant horn of desire, eager to penetrate her and create their future child.
He helped her stand and brought her to lay down on the bed. "Remove your garment, my child," he commanded her, as he removed his. Fully naked, they both entered the marital bed and lay under the blanket. He approached her lithe, white body from above, drinking in the sight of the naked virginal teen, straddling her curving hips and golden pubic mound with his older, ungainly form.
His engorged cock and full testicles swayed heavily as he surveyed her beautiful womanhood, his fingers stroking the downy soft hairy furrow of her cunt.
"Spread your legs wide for me, golden one," he instructed. She felt shy, uncertain, but was helpless to do other than obey. She tentatively parted her thighs, exposing her pink lips to the heavy penis hanging above her. Jeb's eyes drank in the immaculate tight flower of her sex. It was a perfect pale pink hue, with a tiny tight clitoris nestled within the soft golden curls of her virginal vulva. He could feel his mouth watering.
