I was blessed by DNA. My mother had great genes. She is beautifully curvy and highly orgasmic. She adored my father. She always wore a short dress with no knickers and a shelf bra. They did not hide their displays of affection from me, their only child. I took her beauty and mode of dressing for granted, but I did not understand her orgasmic side until I was married and it happened to me. I was a virgin when I was married. I grew up on a large farm. I was tutored by my father, and I had never even dated or kissed a boy. My parents knew that once my orgasmic side was released, I would have been the biggest whore around. With all of the things that now stimulate me, I would have not only kissed, but fucked every guy available as often as possible.

I was married at a young age. Looking back, I guess my parents knew that I needed to be married before the genie somehow escaped the bottle. They did start me on the pill. It was an arranged marriage to a very rich man. My father arranged it. I only met him once before the wedding. It was an extremely small ceremony at our farmhouse. It was conducted by a Priestess with my parents as witnesses. I thought he was very handsome. He was 10 years older than me. In the family tradition, I only wore suspenders and a shelf bra under my short wedding dress. When he kissed the bride, I felt an unfamiliar tingle between my legs. After a brief celebration, he took me to our new home. He had a limo, but he drove it himself.

On the way in, we passed through an electric gate. Large dogs roamed inside. We drove up to an electric garage door that he opened and closed after us. Inside, we toured the house. It was brand new, a wedding gift to me. It was large enough with windows that were too high for anyone to see inside. It had a walled courtyard and a natatorium. After the tour, he showed me my closet and instructed me hang my wedding dress there. When I asked him what I should wear in its place, he said just what I had on under the dress as he undressed and left to make us some tea.

I wasn't uncomfortable with his nudity. I had seen my father like this many times. I had seen my mother take off her dress and kiss him. I had watched her tremble as he kissed her and then drop to her knees to worship him. She had trembled then also. We sat and sipped. When I was done, he lifted me by my arms and pulled me to him for an open mouth kiss. I trembled delightfully. When he released me, I dropped to my knees and worshiped his cock. I orgasmed over and over until I was rewarded with his sweet nectar. I swallowed as much as I could and, following my mother's example, licked him clean.

We moved to the main room, and he lit a warm fire as I stood watching. I couldn't believe how calm and contented I felt. And yet, I was filled with desire for him. He sat on the couch and had me lay, face down, across his lap as he rubbed my ass. "You have given me your mouth. Next, I will take your backside for our mutual pleasure." Then he touched my anus. I orgasmed at his gentle touch. Then I shivered when he poured some cold oil on it. As the oil warmed under his touch, I relaxed. Soon, a finger probed the opening. I orgasmed again. As he continued to probe using more fingers, I continued to open up and orgasm. He must have spent an hour doing this. I was panting by the time he instructed me to stand up and bend over.

"Now you are going to give me another pleasure center," he said quietly as he probed my anus with his cock. The initial pain gave me an orgasm which continued as he thrust in and out until I felt his warm nectar flood my inside. When I collapsed, he scooped me and took me to the large shower to wash my sweat and clean my body. He had to hold me up with one hand and wash me with the other. His touch continued my orgasms. He dried me and gently placed me in bed. I passed into sleep quickly.

I awoke with something warm and soft against my lips. I opened my eyes to see his cock. I opened my mouth to take him in and receive my first orgasm of the day. I bobbed my head up and down until I received what would become my daily breakfast. After, we soaked up some sun along with tea and biscuits in the courtyard. "How do you like marriage?" he asked. I nodded with enthusiasm and a mouthful of biscuits. "Technically, my dear, you are still a virgin. Tomorrow night, we will change that."