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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 17