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"Aye, that was some fine fucking, that was. I hope that you enjoyed it half as much as I did, love," he said.

Panting, she replied, "It was better than I'd been led to believe by my mother."

"Well I wanted it to be good; your first time and all. No point in it being painful when with a little effort and care, you can enjoy it as much as I do."

"Oh husband, it was wonderful! Never have I felt such pleasure. Is it like this always?"

"It can be. It is certainly my goal to make it so with you."

She reached out and grasped his limp prick, sticky with their combined juices.

"It may be a little while before the wee laddie is ready for more," he said, smiling. "You've worked him over very well so far tonight. We should grab a little sleep while we're able."

She bent and kissed the tip of his cock and then snuggled into the crook of his arms. "I can hardly wait for the next time," she whispered into his chest.

He smiled and pulled her closer, pulling the furs over them as the fire was starting to die down.

He woke to her sucking and licking at his rapidly rising cock. Twice more they consummated their marriage before the rising sun made them rise, once with him teaching her to ride him like a horse, and the last time with him mounting her from behind, like a dog. Each time was as wonderful as the first; her marriage already being more than she could have ever expected.

Since then, they'd done a lot of experimenting. He watched her as she pleasured herself to orgasm or she watched him, his essence squirting halfway up his body when he came. She'd used her hands, her breasts, her thighs and her mouth to give him pleasure in addition to her sex. He had fingered the tight entrance to her ass as his cock plundered her cunt from behind, making her squeal, but despite the alien feeling and oddness of it all, she'd come harder than she could remember cumming before, her sex just dripping with wetness when they were through. He told her that at some point, he would fuck her in the ass, which while shocked her, being totally foreign, but gave her a little shiver as well.

To picture his thick, stiff prick going up her ass both repelled and fascinated her. Repelled because it was strange that a man would want to put it there, but fascinating because of what his finger had done to her. The thought that she would then be surrendering all of herself to her beloved husband had a certain appeal to it, and she had enjoyed everything else that they had done together to the fullest.

As she lay there thinking about it, the hand caressing her breast left her stiff nipple and drifted down between her legs, joining the other hand already alternating between the nubbin of flesh at the top of her slit and slipping two fingers into her tight, wet sex. She took a little of the dampness gathered there onto her middle finger and moved it to the puckered entrance of her ass. She pushed the finger a bit into the opening and tried to imagine her husbands hard prick slowly expanding the tight orifice instead of her wee finger. As she visualized it, she got wetter, but it seemed an impossible thing to her that something so large could fit into something so small and tight. Nevertheless, she began to pant and moan as her pleasure peaked and she finally released on the fingers of her hand.

"My, my, what have we got here?" she heard a deep male voice saying behind her head.

Embarrassed, flustered and red faced, Ailene pushed down her skirts and grabbed the bodice of her shift together before standing and turning to face the voice.

"Don't cover yourself up, lassie, we were both enjoying the view," said another voice, even gruffer than the first and standing to the right of the first man.

Ailene was familiar with most of the men working for the Cameron's, but she didn't recognize either of these men. Both were rough and disreputable looking, clothes were ragged and dirty, as were the hands and faces of the wearers. The first had dirty brown hair, was pudgy, but not too soft looking, and the second man was balding and cadaverously thin. He had a thick black beard that looked to have remnants of his last three or four meals in it.

"Who are you and what do you want?" She asked.

"We're just a couple of lonely men who haven't been with a woman for awhile, and you look like you're a little lonely yourself, lassie," the first man replied.

"Nae," she said, backing slowly from the men while pulling her bodice together more tightly, "tis just I was thinking of my husband with fondness. I'm lonely nary at all."

Both men kept advancing and the second one said, "Aye, well you may be getting sufficient fucking lass, but it's been a long time since I sank my cock into anything as bonnie as you," grabbing the aforementioned appendage as he approached.

Ailene turned to flee but her heavy dress slowed her and she hadn't taken 5 steps before a hand grabbed the back of her stays and pulled her to the ground. Before she could rise to her feet again, a heavy body was on her, pinning her to the ground, knocking the wind from her. The heavy-set man approached her from her head and seized her arms. He knelt on her hands and his grubby, dirty fingers pulled apart her stays and squeezed and twisted her bare breasts.

"Stop it, you animals, I'm the wife of Stuart Cameron, on whose land you're currently trespassing!" she screamed in fury, twisting and turning to escape and avoid the hands tearing at her tender breasts.

The thin one was now kneeling on either side of her waist and while he kept an eye on the breast mauling his compatriot was delivering to those luscious globes, he reached behind him and grasped the bottom of her dress and started pulling it up her legs. "What care we whose land we're trespassing on," he said, "we're outlaws anyway and can expect nothing less than a noose if we're caught. What's one more crime like rape?"