I have to go back a bit in time for this. At the time I was a young one, virgin and never having gotten close to a penis, much less a hard penis. I had on my night shirt, but nothing else. I was otherwise totally naked.

He walked into the room. I tried to cover myself with my hand. I backed up against the wall. He looked at me for a long time before coming over to me. He told me I should not cover up what was rightfully his. To take my hand away. I did not do what I was told. He didn't ask again, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the wall until he sat on the bed and told me again to take my hand away, he wanted to see what was rightfully his.

His hand on my wrist hurt and he moved it away until I was standing in front of him. He moved his head forward until he had his head against me and then lowered his head and he put his mouth up against me, grabbed me hard by my buttocks and he pushed his tongue up into me.

His tongue started to dart in and out, his hands holding my buttocks hard and his thumbs pressing into my anus. My hands were on his shoulders trying to push him away, but all that happened is that he stood up and lifted me off the ground and threw me on my back on the bed. He looked hard at me as he undid his pants and his penis was very hard, he dropped his pants to floor and got on top of me and between my legs and what was rightfully his, was his.

I felt it like a hot nail being driven into my middle, his hot breath on my face as he kissed me, my legs wide apart as he occupied his space and thrust and thrust himself into me until he completed his task.

Then I got dressed for the guests. I walked out of the room with my head high and went about my duties of welcoming them to my wedding.

What was his was now his. He never had to take it again, it was his for the asking. And I never had to wonder again what it was going to be like.