Taking Jane's anal virginity

Jane was a delicious little treat, doubled with her legs up by her head like that. I reminded myself she wanted to be used, punished, humiliated. A piece of meat. Her words.

I wanted to fuck her ass. That was an undeniable fact. I knew it about myself since the first time I'd seen her in her yoga pants. Her tight little backside was firm and athletic, but not too small to enjoy staring at. I'd never considered the possibility that I might actually get to do it, let alone on our wedding night.

I pressed my cock to her twitching hole and pressed, feeling her flesh yield slightly.

She tensed and I slapped her ass hard enough to make her yelp and jump. "Relax."

"Fuck!" She said, already determined to not step outside her limited list of approved words. But she did relax. She really was such a good girl.

I was confident she would do her very best to be an obedient little fucktoy for me, just like she said. Well, she was right about one thing; our marriage would never be boring like this.

Once the swollen head of my cock made it past her tight ring of muscle, the rest was as simple as pressing forward. I entered her slowly, giving her a few moments to adjust and breathe to accommodate my girth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." She repeated.

I **** her to take my entire nine inch length, despite her obvious discomfort. It would be easier to just break her in all at once. Besides, what was she going to do about it?

Despite everything, I was actually being fairly gentle, letting the strain in her voice set my pace. She trembled but she took it all. I paused once I was all the way in, just savoring the way her body quivered and twitched tightly around my cock.

"Good girl," I said, stroking her thigh in a soothing manner. "It's in. You're doing very well. Such a little slut already, like a good wife should be."

She whimpered softly, but nodded. "Yes."

"I'm going to fuck you now. Are you ready?"

She paused, breathing heavily. "Yes... yes. Fuck. Yes."

I grinned. She sounded positively lewd. I was going to enjoy sending her further down the path of the totally submissive fucktoy ****-wife. This had been her idea, but it was out of her hands now.

I started rocking my hips gently and she groaned with discomfort, but I was determined to see this through. Three years, I reminded myself. She was my wife now, and my **** besides. She belonged to me; she owed me this.

I sped up gradually to a chorus of Jane repeating the word 'fuck' over and over on the exhale between short breaths. It only took a few minutes before I felt I could actually start thrusting my hips without it being **** for her. She was learning to relax and accept my invasion of her most private place.

I fucked her slowly, with long firm thrusts, bottoming out each time to a sharp yelp from my new wife. The feeling of her perfect ass pressed softly against my hips as her asshole stretched tightly around my cock was indescribable. Simply divine.

She whimpered softly, small tears forming in her eyes, locked on mine as she panted.

"You're doing great, Jane. Just try to relax. Take it like a good little whore wife."

She nodded and closed her eyes, breathing steadily through slightly pursed lips as I battered her asshole steadily into submission.

Thrust by thrust her resistance weakened and she opened to me. My slut bride. My little fucktoy.

Looking down, I noticed that her untouched pussy was glistening with arousal. She really did enjoy being treated like this. I grinned, taking courage.

This was all new to me, but I wasn't an idiot. I was going to take everything Jane had to offer. Everything. Anything that I wanted. She was mine.

I picked up my pace and she moaned loudly. Such a slut.