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Story title : Bountyville - 3
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Bountyville - 3 (MFF, preg)
By Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)
***
Ardent feminist scholar Bella Ramble travels west to
wreak havoc on famous polygamist Uriah Bounty. However,
Bella finds the wives of Uriah surprisingly happy with
their lives, and finds her cold demeanor slowly slipping
away under their influence... (inspired by "The
Patriarch" by Nick, and Homer Vargas)
When Bella woke up, the bright light of morning
streaming through her window made the night before seem
like some kind of strange waking dream. But she
remembered her appointment with Uriah Bounty, and was
determined to make the most of the rare opportunity to
speak with this enigmatic fellow.
After taking a shower and freshening up, she turned to
the question of what to wear. One option was the
affectedly casual look, or the uptight academic look
which she favored at the university, but somehow neither
one seemed dramatic enough. That was when her eyes
lighted on the curious costume she'd worn briefly the
night before, now draped over the back of a chair beside
her bed.
"Ah, perfect," Bella said, picking up the flouncy blouse
and short skirt. "I know he likes this."
And indeed, as Bella pulled on her sexy sandals, and
buckled the straps around her ankles, she knew she
looked hot--almost certainly hotter than any of the
hayseed bimbos he was used to dealing with. Maybe that
would be a good thing; if he liked the way she looked,
it might give her an advantage in searching for a way to
get the better of him.
If, indeed, she did want to get the better of him.
Although she told herself she still believed in her
mission--to bring Uriah Bounty to justice--she couldn't
deny the flush of emotion she felt in his presence. She
liked to think it was just nerves--the natural rush of
meeting such an infamous character--but, could it be
something more...?
"Nonsense; I'm the one in control here," Bella muttered,
spinning around once before the mirror, then clopping
downstairs on her high heels.
"Breakfast is on," Sarah said, when Bella stepped into
the kitchen; "oh, don't you look purty!"
"Likewise," Bella said, noting that Sarah was unusually
gussied-up this morning, wearing a low-cut dress and the
same sexy sandals she'd been wearing while she fucked
Ruth. In fact, Ruth and Betty also looked unusually hot-
-presumably because Uriah was back in the house.
"So," Bella continued, "how are the babies?"
"Right fine; Uriah's been in there with Hera and the
babies all night."
"Oh my God," Bella gasped; "they're not having sex, are
they?"
"Oh, heavens no; you've got to wait a few weeks before
you can do that."
Bella sighed her relief.
"Still, it's nice to have him back here. If Hera hadn't
popped when she did, he might not have come back for a
week. Now we'll all get some right proper lovin'."
Bella wasn't sure quite what to say about that, so she
just ate her breakfast, then took a seat in a chair with
a view of the door to the front parlor. She had a good
three hours left to wait for her own appointment--which
she expected to spend typing up some notes on her
laptop--but something unexpected happened first to catch
her attention. Around 10 o'clock, Uriah emerged from
Hera's room, then met the blushing Betty in the hallway
and led her into the parlor.
Oh my God, Bella thought; they're going to consummate
their marriage right in front of me!
In fact, Bella knew she was being ungenerous; they did
at least close the door behind them. But they might as
well have left the door open; soon, Bella heard a
rhythmic thumping through the walls, and the
unmistakable sound of Betty crying with ecstasy.
Bella's heart raced, and--though she tried to
concentrate on her work--she knew she couldn't. Despite
herself--despite the fact that she desperately wanted to
hate Uriah Bounty, she was actually feeling hot! She
knew her cunt was getting wet--so much so she feared her
own juices might soon be visible trickling down from
underneath her short skirt--and she found herself
wishing the children in the house would go out and work
or play or something, so at least she could touch
herself and get some relief.
But Uriah didn't stop with Betty. About a half-hour
later, Betty emerged from the parlor--fully dressed, but
flushed with pleasure--and went to the kitchen to summon
Sarah. A very happy Sarah then went to the parlor and
Bella was startled to hear the audible humping start all
over again. Around about eleven, Sarah staggered out,
and then it was Ruth's turn.
Somehow, Bella didn't know whether to be aroused or
insulted; evidently, Uriah had such a busy schedule of
fucking that it was a wonder he had any time for Bella
at all! The gall of this man was unbelievable, and
yet...and yet...
Bella couldn't help but wonder, what did it feel like
for Betty, Sarah and Ruth?
Finally, Bella had no choice but to touch herself.
Urgently-- checking first that no one was watching--she
hiked up her skirt, then started to frig her pussy right
through her panties. As it was, her panties were already
sopping wet, and she soon felt her cunt muscles start to
clench and spasm--even as Ruth started crying and
wailing behind the parlor wall. Absently, it occurred to
Bella that she might be ruining the upholstery on the
chair, creaming as hard as she was, but it was all she
could do for the moment to clutch her swollen, throbbing
love mound and pitch her heels upward, with the tiny
black straps now tugging at her ankles.
When she finally came down off her high, she pulled down
her skirt, wiped her hand on her blouse, and tried to
act as nonchalant as possible. Certainly, it seemed like
an eternity before the parlor door opened again, and the
fresh-fucked Ruth emerged before her.
"Well, I guess it's your turn," Ruth said. "Uriah says
to go right in."
* * *
Staggering into the parlor on her spike heels, Bella
half-expected Uriah Bounty to be splayed out on the bed
with his legendary super-cock hanging wet between his
legs. However, Uriah was actually fully clothed and
seated at a roll-top desk-- glancing at some kind of
document--when Bella came in.
"Oh, good, you're here," Uriah said, turning in his
chair to face her; "please, have a seat."
"Are you sure you're not too busy?" Bella asked, taking
the offered seat near his desk.
"Never too busy for a purty girl," Uriah said, with a
twinkle in his eye.
"Actually, my father always taught me to be respectful
toward strangers."
"I'd have thought...you wouldn't like strangers. I mean,
what with the law about polygamy in this state."
"Well, we don't hurt anybody. And besides, didn't the
Bible say, 'by their deeds, you shall know them'? I
think it's important for us to be gracious to strangers,
as God would want us to be."
Amazingly--even though Bella wanted to hate Uriah--she
found it was hard to do so. She couldn't quite put her
finger on it-- perhaps it was his velvety-rich voice, or
his rugged physique, or his just plain easy manner--but
there was something about him that was simply
mesmerizing.
Perhaps--too--it might be the fact that he'd just plowed
two young women and a teenager in the span of ninety
minutes.
"I'm curious," Bella said, crossing her legs; "I saw a
lot of other men working in the fields in the way into
town, but here you are, uh...doing it...with a houseful
of beautiful women. Don't you think they might be a
little envious?"
"Well, for one thing," Uriah said, "I believe all women
are beautiful. But to answer your question, those men
you saw accept that I am the patriarch of Bountyville--
the man who carries on the faith of our fathers, who
built this New Jerusalem in the desert to honor the Lord
our God. Because I am humble before the Lord, and seek
to follow his commandments, he has blessed me with wives
and children, as he has blessed many other men in our
community."
"But really, Mr. Bounty, do you really think this kind
of life is fair to your wives? I understand you have
fourteen wives, all of whom have to subordinate
themselves to you and defer their own sexual pleasure
just for your gratification."
"Well, you sure know some fancy words," Uriah said, with
a smile; "but I hardly expect my wives to suffer for my
sake. I encourage them to enjoy each other, when I'm not
around."
Indeed, Bella knew exactly what he meant; now, she was
just trying to find some way to beat him--to prove all
her anger and fury toward the man wasn't just a complete
waste of time.
"Okay," Bella said, "so what if I drove up to the
capital and told the state police you were having sex
with a teenage girl, to say nothing of cohabiting with
over a dozen women?"
"Well," Uriah said, "the Lord is my shepherd...and I
shall fear no evil, for the Lord is with me. The state
has tried sending people up here to look us over--three
women total, near I recollect--but the first two left
with babies in their bellies, and the last one just
stayed on to marry Old Jeb on the North Forty, and she's
popped out four little ones, last I remember."
"Wait a minute--are you saying state officials came
here, and you impregnated them?"
"Well, no, not me," Uriah said, with a chuckle, "that
would be adultery--sleeping with a woman who you aren't
married to. But one or two of my sons may have gotten a
little carried away, and one thing led to another. Those
young 'uns--always looking to get with the ladies."
Bella's mind reeled; quite obviously, there was
something about this place that had an inexplicable
attraction to women. First Hera, then Maisie, then a
trio of state officials--all highly educated women--had
somehow succumbed to the same insidious influence.
But how insidious could it be? The women were happy, the
men were happy, the children were happy--in fact, the
only person who wasn't happy was her.
"You know, Bella," Uriah said, leaning forward on his
chair, "I feel I must be honest with you. I hope you're
not offended, but...I do believe I'm in love with you."
"What?"
"It was yesterday," Uriah said, touching her knee; "when
I saw you for the first time, I realized how true it was
what the sisters were telling me about this beautiful
stranger who had come to town. God forgive me, but I was
thinking about you earlier, when I made love to Betty."
Bella reeled in her chair, utterly unprepared for this
shock. She wanted to be angry, but she felt a tingle in
her pussy--a tingle of hungry anticipation--and there
was nothing she could feel but flattered.
This stud--this super-human sperm factory--was in love
with her...?
Her? Bella Ramble...?
"I know this seems sudden," Uriah said, sitting back in
his chair, "but I believe that Providence has guided me
all my life, and I believe Providence brought you here
to Bountyville to be my wife."
"What...? Your wife...?"
Uriah then stood up--folding the document he'd been
reading to place it in his pocket--and paced toward the
bed that Bella only just now noticed in a corner of the
parlor. Incredibly, the bed was neatly made, despite the
fact that it had just been the scene of some serious
sex. Reaching it, Uriah sat down on the edge and looked
up at Bella thoughtfully.
"I know why you're here, Bella; Hera told me that you're
one of the firebrand feminists who hates our way of
life. That's one reason why I let her try to influence
you--maybe brainwash you a little--while you were
staying here."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm sure you noticed those speakers in your room-
-seemingly harmless, right? But actually, Hera knows a
fair amount about subliminal conditioning, and she wired
up a soundtrack of just-barely audible suggestions:
tolerate us, love us...join us."
Bella felt her heart race, and blood draining from her
face.
"So all that sex--between Ruth and Sarah--was all just
part of the act?"
"No; I encourage my wives to enjoy each other when I'm
not available. You see--contrary to what you may
believe--I don't hate women; I love women. God made you
special, with a gift to make life in your womb, and I
praise God that He has given what he has..."
He paused, glancing down at his groin.
"...so I could help you make life, and glorify His
creation."
"I'm sorry, but why are you telling me this?"
Uriah didn't reply immediately, but rather reached into
his pocket and pulled out the folded document.
"I have been unfair to you," Uriah said; "I do love you,
but love shouldn't be coerced. This is Betty's birth
certificate-- proving she's a minor--which I believe
you've been looking for. You can take it if you want."
Uriah then placed the paper on the bed, and Bella
wondered if this might be a trick. But then, before she
could think any further, Uriah stood up, walked over to
her, and began removing his clothes.
Bella was spellbound, both by Uriah's audacity, and his
incredible body. When he peeled off his shirt, she could
see every muscle in his shoulders, arms and stomach; but
when he peeled off his jeans and stood there naked
before her, she nearly fainted. Half-hard, Uriah's penis
was already a good deal larger than the largest of
Bernie's erections. But amazingly, it grew harder even
as Bella stared at it, and she realized with blushing
pride that it was Uriah's desire for her that was doing
it; inch by inch it swelled--six inches, seven inches,
eight--until it seemed to reach down halfway to his
knees, studded with bulging veins and hanging down below
a pair of testicles the size of golf balls.
"I want you," Uriah said, "but I can only have you if
you will be my wife. If you want it, you can take your
evidence and go.
"But I wish you would stay."
Then, as if to punctuate his ardor, a single drop of
pre-cum started to form at the tip of his swollen beet-
red helmet. In all her life, Bella had never seen a man
so aroused just by her simple presence; all her plans,
her reasoning, her cunning strategies left her, and all
she could think was how sad that poor penis would be--so
swollen up and hard for her--if it couldn't find relief
in her body...
Almost with a mind of its own, then, Bella's hand
reached slowly upward for Uriah's penis, and she heard
Uriah sigh--ever so softly--when her fingers wrapped
around his shaft. Still fully-clothed, with her sandal-
shod feet planted flat on the floor to either side of
Uriah, Bella had nevertheless never felt so completely
naked and vulnerable.
"It's so warm," she whispered; "and hard..."
"It wants you," Uriah answered, stepping closer to her.
"And I want you."
Bella could only look up in awe and wonder. Finally, his
cock-head was right there before her--centimeters from
her face--and she leaned forward to take it into her
mouth.
"Bless the Lord," Uriah gasped.
For Bella, however, it was a moment both painful--
emotionally-- and revealing. She had never done this for
a man before--she wasn't even sure quite how to do it--
but she could sense Uriah's pleasure as she closed her
lips around the shaft, and cradled the swollen acorn
head between her tongue and palate. She realized, now,
why men seemed to love this so much--to have a woman do
something so humbling, yet so loving, for her partner.
And suddenly, tears rolled down her cheeks--even as she
tasted his drooling pre-cum, and sucked at his cock like
a hungry child pulling at her mother's teat.
"Are you all right?" Uriah asked, seeing her tears.
Bella nodded, as best she could with his cock in her
mouth. She tried to take more--another inch behind the
head, and then some-- but it simply wouldn't go any
further, and her tears were making her throat sore as
well.
"I've never done this before," she said finally, pulling
her lips off the shaft, but continuing to stroke the
shaft with her hand.
"Well, it does have one disadvantage," Uriah said,
cradling Bella's face in his hands; "it doesn't put my
seed where it does the most good."
"I'm afraid," Bella said; "I don't have any birth
control...what if you make me pregnant?"
"I want to make you pregnant," Uriah said, gently. "But
is that what you want?"
Uriah then stepped back--pulling his rock-hard penis out
of her grip--and Bella pushed herself upright to follow.
A moment later, he sat down on the bed, and Bella found
herself looking down at him this time, as he lay there
before her.
"What do I have to do," she asked, "to be your wife?"
Uriah just smiled, reaching out a hand for her. Bella
understood, and quietly stepped toward the bed--pausing
only to peel off her panties and drop them at her feet--
to join him. Climbing up on the bed, she moved astride
Uriah until she was directly over his groin, then
solemnly reached down to guide his penis--clearly
aching-hard and stiff--into the mouth of her cunt.
"The scriptures," Uriah said, "say that a man shall be
joined unto his wife, and the two shall be united as
one."
For the moment, it was all Bella could do to concentrate
on the swollen cock-head easing into her pussy.
Objectively, he was not all that much larger than the
dildo she'd had the night before, but the head was
really rather large, and she bit her lip when it finally
pushed inside her, cradled in the nest of her swollen
pink labia. Again, she cried--though she wasn't sure
why--even as she started to sink down, slowly, onto
Uriah's shaft.
"Why are you crying?" Uriah asked.
"I don't know," Bella said, looking away even as the
cock pushed deeper inside her--four inches, five inches,
six...
She had never felt anything like it--the blood coursing
through his veins, the shaft stretching wide her
vestibule. Again she felt naked and vulnerable, but now
she was ashamed as well.
"I'm sorry," she said, wiping her tears on the back of
her hand, "I shouldn't need this so bad--I'm like a
little girl, not a woman..."
But even then--even as she was speaking--she felt the
startling pressure of his cock-head nudging into her
cervix. Uriah was all the way inside her now--up to his
balls in her soft and creamy hole--and her short black
skirt was riding up high on her hips as she felt his
penetration. Yet she did feel awkward, like a little
girl, with her feet half-twisted out of her sandals, and
her stomach trembling with the sheer shock of the first
real fuck in her life.
"No, you're not a child," Uriah said, reaching up to
cradle her face once again; "you're a beautiful woman,
and I love you."
Bella's pussy clenched at that--flexing on his shaft--
and once again she cried.
"I love you too," Bella said, finally summoning the
courage to look him in eye.
"Then let us make love," Uriah said, "as husband and
wife."
For Bella, the most amazing thing was how easy it was;
even as she ground her hips against Uriah, spearing
herself on his drooling penis, she realized that it
didn't hurt at all, having that titan of cocks inside
her; her pussy could stretch for that, just like it
would stretch to push out the babies still unconceived
in her womb.
After a moment of urgent fucking--punctuated by the wet
"SLAP-SLURP" of his cock in her hole--Uriah pulled her
closer to him, and they finally kissed for the first
time. His hands pushed up her blouse in the meantime,
finding her heavy-hanging breasts, and she closed her
eyes as he fondled her; his tongue, in the meantime, was
dancing with hers in her mouth, and she found herself
crying all over again. Even as they continued fucking,
she broke their kiss to lay her head on his shoulder,
and he held her gently as she let him thrust up inside
her, fucking her cunt with firm but gentle strokes.
"You're not a virgin," Uriah speculated, "but you've
never had it like this, have you?"
"No."
"Do you think you can cum?"
"Are you kidding?" Bella said, lifting her head back up;
"I don't think I've stopped cumming."
Again they kissed, and continued to fuck.
"I've got to be honest," Uriah said, tracing the tracks
of her tears with his thumbs; "I've never seen a girl
cry so much when she's happy."
Bella answered with an urgent flurry of thrusting, and a
very clear--very obvious--orgasm. Her thighs trembled,
her pussy clutched at Uriah's penis, and her fluids
poured down her thighs to soak both the man and their
marital bed.
"Oh, fuck--!" Bella grunted; "fuck, that was good--!"
"I'm so glad," Uriah said; "because I think I'm going to
cum here too..."
And sure enough, deep inside her belly, Bella felt her
husband's penis begin to pulse and swell. She was glad
she could feel it-- more than anything, she wanted to
make it special for him--and she started to milk his
penis with her inside muscles (something she'd heard men
liked, but had never tried before), even as the first
sperm started to squirt inside her.
Bella knew he could feel that--he looked up at her face
with loving surprise--and she continued to milk him,
squeezing one pulsing jet of semen after another out of
his cock. It startled her, too--she could actually feel
the cum thudding into her womb--and she nearly swooned
with awareness of the possible consequences. Completely
unprotected-probably with an egg in one of her fallopian
tubes at that very moment--she was now taking untold
millions of sperm right up into her womb, any one of
which could crack her egg and make her pregnant.
And judging by prior results, those sperm were pretty
good swimmers.
"Thank you," Bella said, laying her hand aside Uriah's
face; "I know you probably can't go anymore--with all
the lovin' you've had already."
"Well, I don't know," Uriah said, startling Bella by
suddenly grabbing her hips and rolling her over beneath
him; "I'm game if you are."
Bella was astounded; Uriah was still hard, and horny as
ever! Indeed, he started pumping her the moment she was
over on her back, and she actually squealed with
surprise, feeling his stiffness stretching her
vestibule, and his nut-sack slapping her ass.
"Oh, Uriah," she cried, clutching his forearms, "Uriah,
you're so big...!"
"Well, that is some good pussy," Uriah offered, starting
to grind her clitoris between their pubic bones; "it's
the only part of you that is like a little girl...warm
and tight."
Bella could only grunt in reply, feeling the cock now
sawing into her hole like an overheated pile-driver. It
wasn't a pace he could keep up indefinitely; a few
minutes in, he paused for a moment to suck on Bella's
nipples, and Bella took the opportunity to pull her feet
up close to her hips so she could loosen the buckles of
her ankle straps.
Awkwardly, though, Uriah then started thrusting again
before she was ready--making her gasp, and clutch at the
spike heels of her sandals--but she somehow managed to
get the straps loose anyway, and threw her legs around
his back. One sandal fell off on the spot, but the other
hung on doggedly for several seconds, until the furious
motion of Uriah's humping knocked it loose as well.
"Now you did say..." Bella grunted, "...we were married
now, right?"
"In the eyes of the Lord," Uriah agreed. "Of course,
we'll have a proper ceremony later."
"I don't know--(unph!)--if I'll look good in white..."
"No," Uriah disagreed; "you'll look good in white."
A moment of purposeful fucking then followed, with Uriah
building toward his cum, and Bella clutching him close
to her body with all of her strength.
SMACK-SLURP!
SMACK-SLURP!
SMACK-SLURP!
SMACK...SLURP!
"Oh, fuck," Bella said; "I'm cumming...!"
"Blessed be the Lord."
Once again, Bella shook with pleasure--this time even
more intense and wrenching than before. Indeed, she was
still coming down off her high when she felt her husband
start to cum himself, pressing in deep to fill her with
his second surging load of sperm. Caught unprepared,
Bella wasn't quite able to milk him as well as before,
but she did manage to catch his pulsing cock on one of
its inward strokes, and bore down to grasp it with her
trembling cunt muscles.
Clutching him tight with her legs as well, she thus held
him deep inside her, even as stream after stream of
potent semen pelted her womb, pouring forth in surging
torrents from his cock. Idly, she felt his nut-sack now
lying heavy on her ass, and she wondered how many
children--not even yet a gleam in their mothers' eyes--
were still left to spring from that glorious scrotum.
"Come to think of it," Uriah said, finally easing his
penis out of Bella's cum-spattered hole, and lying down
beside her to fondle her pussy, "white looks pretty good
in you, too."
Bella simply smiled, well-aware that the vast majority
of Uriah's sperm was even now swimming away inside her.
In fact, she could actually feel her uterus moving
inside herself, seeming to settle back into its nest
after shifting to accommodate Uriah's cock--and it
somehow pleased her to visualize the neck of her womb
sinking down into the puddle of sperm at the end of her
vagina. Until now--until just a few minutes before--she
had not been a woman. But now she was complete.
"Well, at least you have a sense of humor," Bella said,
running her fingers through his hair. "So, do I get to
stay?"
"Yes, you get to stay," Uriah said, moving up to hold
and kiss her. "And I get to fuck you. As a matter of
fact, I think I'll do that right now."
"Oh my God," Bella said, feeling his hardness against
her thigh; "you're hard again?"
"God be praised," Uriah said, sliding down between her
legs, and slipping his penis into her yet again; "all
glory to...God!"
Continued in part 4...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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