My husband and I have been married 20 years. I got married because I was pregnant. He got married because if he didn't my father was going to hurt him. Believe me, when he was brought to the house where the Justice of the Peace was waiting his nose was bleeding and he had a huge bruise on his eye. He had try to run away, but my father and my uncle caught him and drug him to his doom.

Everything started when I was fourteen. My older sister had started to have mess around and would tell me everything, in the most minute detail. She told me that what she liked the most was getting fingered, that when a guy put you up against the wall and ran two fingers up you until you were on tip toes you would almost shit you pants it felt so good. Well my husband was the boy next door. He had finished high school and was in junior college but still lived at home. I wanted to get fingered so bad that I pestered him to do it. One hot summer night, we were outside and I got him to follow me behind the tool shed and I told him to finger me, but to finger me like my sister got fingered, to finger me and lift me up. He did not know what I was talking about. He was scared of me because I followed him everywhere and I would grab his dick in his pants and not let him go.

Well behind the tool shed that evening I undid my pants and pulled them out and told him to stick his hand down and grab my pussy and finger me. That if he fingered me good, I would then suck his dick. That is how I got fingered, that is how I sucked his dick, that is how he ended up fucking me that evening. After that he was no longer free and he was destined to get me pregnant and get married or die trying to get away.

When I told my sister that I had gotten fingered real good, because he lifted me off my feet and I fell forward and hung around his neck, and that I had sucked his dick and than he had fucked me, she got all wound up. Turns out that she had been fingered, but not fucked. But now that I was fucked, I got fucked regular. I had heard about getting fucked from behind, but to save my life I could not figure out how that could happen. I really didn't understand my anatomy and I was sure the only way you could get fucked was face to face.

One cool fall night, we escaped upstairs when my mother was out, and I asked him to fuck me from behind. At first I laid flat on the bed, and of course we thought that fucking from behind was fucking in the ass. He opened my cheeks and put his dick up against me, but there was just no getting in. Mind you, I liked the feeling of his dick against my asshole. So I went to my sister and asked how it was done, she wasn't sure she wanted me getting fucked like that, in fact she was deathly afraid of me getting fucked, but I asked her and she told me that I needed to be on my knees, spread my legs and bend over and he would fuck me in the vagina. Today it seems like it was so obvious, but it wasn't. I got myself fucked from behind and we found a new way to fuck around.

The only person at the time that knew that I was getting fucked was my sister. She finally managed to get herself fucked and we compared notes. She learned from me and I learned from her. At that time, we were both little rabbits getting fucked all the time. Eventually, we graduated to getting fucked at the same time and squealing in delight and telling the boys how good it felt and to fuck us hard. Of course all that was made up, we just did it to make them feel good. For me anyway, I just liked the feeling of being fucked. I loved slobbering all over his dick, and then getting pounded. I didn't care if I got fucked on a bed, on the living room rug, or in the tool shed.

But all good things come to an end. At 16 I got pregnant, the reason I got married. Fortunately I was 16, because I was no longer considered a minor, because If I had gotten pregnant at 15 things would have been really different. So I got bigger and bigger, it is amazing how damn big your belly gets. At first, through about the 6th month, it was just like being a bit bigger, but then in the seventh month I blew up. When I was in the eighth month, the decision was to get me married before the baby was born, and that is when my father and uncle went looking for my husband. He tried to run, I guess he thought they were coming to kill him or something, so he got beat up for running, but he was dragged back and he faced the music and we go married. I was 17 and he was going to be 22 and he now had a wife and baby.

We lived with my parents, because his parents' house was too small, and by then my sister had moved out. The first night we were married, I adopted the position on all fours and told him to go for it, I had to get fucked on my wedding night. We lived with my parents until he finally managed to finish business school and get a job that paid enough for rent. But we lived at home and fucked silly. My father one night dropped his guard and just told me that I deserved everything I got for being such a nymphomaniac. Maybe I was.

Well maybe I am. My husband has not had much relief, we are constantly having sex, and believe it or not, we still have foursome sex with my sister and her husband. This is an aside, my sister and I face each other and hold hands, and ooh and aah together while the guys fuck us doggie style. Sometimes we break out laughing, I mean it, we just crack up at the guys just giving us their best fucking and us just taking it. They always get a nice long blow job afterwards, they love to just lay on their backs while we suck them softly while they doze off.

Well so much for how I got married, I am married to my husband of 20 years, I guess I have a very high sex drive, enough anyway for him to stay busy. You know, after all this fucking you really do fall in love with your husband. And BTW, his claim to fame is that he has never shared his woman, she is all his, always was, and always will be.

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