Livin' In the Country

A lot of people thought I was nuts for marrying Rhonda and moving down to where she was born and raised. Well, that was nearly twenty years ago and plenty has happened since we started courting. Much of it was great fun, but lately things have taken a decided turn for the worse. I surely would enjoy saying that today I'm just as happy as when I discovered that marrying into Rhonda's extended family gave me access to all the family pussy I could handle. Unfortunately fate has dealt me a bad hand, almost as if I now have to suffer in exchange for all the good times. Rather than just jump into things, it might be best to start at the beginning and work my way up to the way things are at present. This may take some time and perhaps try the readers' patience, but it is a necessary evil that you all must tolerate in the interests of completeness.

Upon moving down to Rhonda's neck of the woods, I obtained a steady job working for one of Rhonda' relatives who owns a combined feed and lumber supply store that is by far the biggest of its type in the county. Not only was the pay good, the fringe benefits were terrific. Now I'm not talking about insurance and medical coverage which city folks feel naked without, rather my benefits were much more personal and aimed at increasing my morale and loyalty to the company. Man, did it ever work as planned. In fact, it worked for damned near twenty years. But once more I am getting ahead of myself.

On average there are usually about a dozen ladies working at the place, and part of their job description is to provide aid and comfort to those male members of the company requiring that their morale be improved for one reason or another. I partook of this program quite frequently, each time noticing a decided improvement in my loyalty to the company as well as a feeling of well being coupled with an increase in my self-confidence. Since the turnover in female employees is relatively high, I have had a wide variety of opportunities to sample a wide spectrum of the local talent.

Perhaps the most interesting set of company supplied sex partners that I coupled with were three generations of one family, ranging in age from 45 to 14 years. Granny was easily the best, but that was no shock since at her age she still was holding her own against gravity and was on the slim side, which gave her further protection against the vicissitudes of the aging process and the changes that came with producing five children. Combining this with her own vast experience in satisfying the needs of the male members of her family as well as her own set of male friends made her a formidable sex partner. At the other end of the spectrum was her granddaughter, all of 14 and a graduate of the Mimi Marlow sex education course, an institution in these parts. I will speak more of Ms Marlow in future installments of this story.

My old girlfriends couldn't believe that I'd married a "porker". Down here we refer to women such as Rhonda as big beautiful women, or BBWs for short. I have learned over the years that in most cases when it comes to women, bigger is better, by a bunch. When we got married she was a very impressive 40D when she stuffed those beauties into a bra. She also weighed in at 165 pounds stripped. I know because I did the stripping and the weighing right after the preacher made us street legal. It's an old family custom.

Rhonda stayed naked for the next two days while every relative, female as well as male, in three states took a turn or two on her voluptuous body. To my amazement, almost all the ladies went both ways, and it was obvious that a small group of them were dedicated pussy eaters. Evidently their husbands didn't care since there was so much pussy available that it didn't matter what else their wives did as long as they were around to cook, have kids and take care of the house.

To make sure that I had an even chance of fathering any kid that popped out of her nine months after the wedding, I had made a pair of very substantial deposits of cum into Rhonda a couple of hours before we said "I do". Six weeks later she announced that she was in the family way, or as she put it, "knocked up". The entire family was happier than clams at high tide over this announcement and once again the men came from near and far to pay their respects by fucking her bowlegged for almost a week. Naturally I got lots of mercy fucks while this little family custom played itself out.

Rhonda tipped the scales at 200 pounds plus when she delivered her first, her oldest daughter, Tammi. At the time I foolishly thought the child was mine and acted accordingly for many years afterward. It was very strange what happened as she piled on the pounds during her pregnancy. I developed a real hankering for that beefy body. By the time she was in the home stretch I was doing her every chance I got, morning, noon and night. The ladies at the feed store just smiled that country smile when my need for morale boosting began to fall off dramatically. What had occurred over the course of Rhonda's pregnancy was her pussy kept getting tighter and tighter and early on she developed a tilt to that pussy that made fucking her a special treat. It turned out to be a one time phenomenon, and was never duplicated during her subsequent pregnancies.

After getting back from the hospital, Rhonda told me she could hardly wait to get knocked up again because the sex was so great. Silly me for thinking that she meant just between us. I made a deal with her that once she got back down to around 175, we'd start trying for baby number two, which turned out to be Jack, who I never much cared for, even though at the time I was still under the delusion that I was his father.

In the interim between Tammi and Jack, we got into Internet sex as the result of belonging to a swingers club located in the next county. Rhonda was a big hit with certain members, one of whom ran an amateur web site. He invited Rhonda to be a guest swinger on his site and the rest was history. She developed a following and for nearly six months she toured the region, covering six states in all and having sex with dozens upon dozens of swingers, both male as well as female.Soon she was making videos and her cut allowed her to squirrel away a tidy nest egg and become quite independent of yours truly, who at the time was the proudest man in the county because his wife was a porn star.

The years went by and after the first ten, we had six extra mouths to feed. At that point Rhonda who had managed to put on an extra forty pounds as a result of her six pregnancies declared that it was time for her to get her tubes tied. Once this little matter was settled we sort of kicked back and enjoyed life. I have to admit that our sex life was getting more and more kinky despite the house full of children and teenagers we were trying to handle. Fortunately there were plenty of relatives in the vicinity to take the brood off our hands while we were away doing our swinger thing or entertaining visitors such as Marty and Marie.

However there was no way in hell to keep an inquisitive boy or girl, mostly boys, I might add, from doing their damndest to spy on their parents whenever the opportunity presented itself. We sometimes felt as if we were prisoners in our own house, constantly under surveillance from those little beady eyes that followed us from one room to another. More than once I discovered holes that had been drilled into the bathroom and our bedroom doors in hopes of catching Rhonda and I in the act. Whether or not any of these peepholes, which were caulked as fast as I could find them, ever paid any dividends to those involved in creating them is moot.

Fortunately at long last Tammi and Jack passed through Mimi Marlow's sex education class with flying colors, we were told, and they now got a taste of what it meant to be under constant seige by their siblings. Rhonda and I thought it was a fitting justice for their crimes against us in the past. To keep things from getting too out of hand we put Tammi on the pill some years ago when we discovered that she and her brother were doing the nasty; probably the result of their special sex education course that made its graduates feel as if they were now adults. Rhonda however refused to let me neuter Jack, who seemed to spend his entire waking hours running on all fours looking for pussy. Things came to a head when we invited Marty and Marie to spend a weekend with us doing what comes unnaturally.

Something new that we had gotten into in a big way is playing role games with people. Last weekend was a pip. Our guests were a submissive couple from another state who flew out here and arrived at our place an hour late. It was all downhill for them after that. They didn't know it, but we had invited a number of our swinging friends, and others into even kinkier things, to pay us a visit and meet our guests on Saturday afternoon and plan on staying over for Sunday breakfast.

Marty and Marie were quite a pair. He did something menial at a big corporation, while his wife stayed at home and constantly worried about being kidnapped, raped, tortured and killed by either the local motorcycle gang, burglars, enemy spies or aliens from outer space. Her parents had died in an automobile accident immediately after she married Marty, and left her a considerable amount of money in a trust fund managed by their attorney. It turned out that the lawyer was screwing her literally as well as figuratively. Her personality was made to order for his aggressive attitude and in no time flat he controlled her body as well as her finances.

Marty was a total wimp and made no fuss about what was going on, even when he discovered used condoms on the vanity in their bedroom, and had to sleep on sheets that were yellowed with dried cum. He acted as if he were blind when he would come home to find his wife naked and spread out on their bed with bite marks all over her tits and cum drooling from her swollen crimson-lipped cunt. He even managed not to see the series of framed photographs showing his wife sucking on a huge black cock while a dog pounded away on her gaping asshole. I guess we must have seemed like a pair of angels of mercy when we invited them to visit us for a restful weekend.

Rhonda, clad in only a corset and boots, one of my favorite oufits, always guaranteed to bring my blood to a boil, greeted them at the door. Her huge tits, now grown to a most impressive 43DD, were hanging over the top of the garment, which ended just above her freshly shaven cunt. I'd personally gone over every square inch of that fat-lipped vulva with my tongue to make sure that it was perfectly devoid of unwanted hair.

"You're late you two ingrates! How dare you insult our hospitality this way!"

Rhonda's words caused the pair to look as if they were about to crap in their panties. We had instructed them to wear matching panties and camisoles beneath their clothing. They had also been told to drink a quart of water liberally laced with a diuretic before leaving for the airport, and to refrain from relieving themselves until they arrived at our place. Their body language and the looks on their faces indicated they had followed our orders faithfully.