A Wife for Three Days

DAY ONE

"When you're here you have to obey our customs!" Laara had pulled her top down, pushed me into a chair and roughly unbuckled my pants. Her breasts were gorgeous brown orbs capped with flowering pink nipples. She was a Caravan woman, and saying no to what she wanted was not an option.

"Just let me suck you," she said, as she ran her fingers up and down my penis, and then to my balls, where she tugged with some force. I let out a moan.

This curvaceous Caravan woman then popped my prick in her lips and began to lick the head. She gazed up at me with her deep brown eyes, and I felt as if I was falling into a deep abyss. I began to groan deeply. I felt ready to squirt my seed in her mouth. But she suddenly spat me out.

"You have to speak to me roughly," she said sternly.

"I'm not used to that," I answered weakly. "Our women don't like such things."

"I'm not one of your Dwelling prissy bitches," Laara spat. "I'm a tight cunted Caravan woman. And if you want me to swallow your seed, you will order me to do so. Or I will leave!" and she pointed at the door. I had no choice. I nodded.

She leaned forward again. She placed her mouth on the tip of my cock, and then took it entirely in her mouth. It was too much to bear. I was about to come for a very long time.

"Take my come, you Caravan Whore," was all that I could say. I knew it was the phrase Caravan Whore was common among Carvan men just before orgasm. Then I poured my seed into her mouth. It just kept shooting, but she kept the cock in all the way, her nose against my public bone. She squeezed my balls vigorously; it elongated my orgasm. When my seed stopped flowing, she leaned back, taking deep breaths. She licked her lips and smiled.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

I had to admit it wasn't bad at all.

This was my wife for three days. She was tall and raven haired. She had strong legs and wide child bearing hips. Her face was calm, broad and symmetrical. Her brow was handsome and prominent.

Like all Caravan women, she had firm expectations of man. The senior scientist on my team had briefed me about what to expect among the Caravan Folk.

"They will assign you a wife during your stay," he said. "She will usher you into the rites. If she is a good wife, and they usually are, she'll tell you about rites. An even better wife will involve you in the rites. Get her to perform as many as possible. As many as you can bear. When you've returned, you'll be debriefed.

"I like a Dwelling man in my pussy," Laara told me later, pulling her substantial tits back into her blouse.

"Your cocks are smooth and clean. Our men are better endowed than you Dwellers, but they have rough cocks. There is something to be said for a tidy prick. Now you just have to learn how to fuck and how to talk while fucking!"

I had only been with Laara a few hours, but I was already getting used to her choice words. This was how Caravan women spoke to men. Among the Caravan Folk there is a certain discomfort of without a female sexual partner. So when a man from another caravan, or a Dwelling man comes to visit, they are assigned a wife for the number of days they will stay.

She is usually married already. We think there was once widespread violence among Caravan men, and the Caravan Mothers created various sexual rights to diffuse male violence. Ever since male violence is very rare in the Caravans

Certainly the actions during the Lorry Rite suggest a ceremony with roots in defusing male violence. The Rite contains elements that "drain" men of their virility. It has many points of verbal sexual abuse (and lower levels of physical sexual abuse). The Rite works to channel these energies into a socially acceptable act which every man shares. But even outside the structure of the Rite on a daily basis caravan women work to sap men of their virility.

"You need to take me in my cunt before you leave this lorry," Laara told me as she stood up. I was expected to come twice?

"I don't have the strength of your men," I told her, hitching up my pants. "I won't have an erection for hours, at least. You must give me time."

"That's nonsense," she said, waiving a hand. "I've never seen a man below fifty who can't get a second stand if a woman knows what she is doing. And rest easy I know what I'm doing."

She turned around quickly, and was in my lap. Her face was close to mine. She smelled of smoke and lavender. She wore the long dress of a Caravan woman, but when she sat on me, she slyly hitched it up. Her legs were long, muscular and brown. She placed my hands on her upper thighs. My cock stirred. She liked how it felt, and began to gently rub her broad, shapely bottom against my crotch.

"There you go," she said, whispering in my ear. Her breath was hot. I felt as if she was killing me. "My husband sometimes complains after he spends that he has no more seed in his balls, as he is getting older, but a young boy such as yourself can harden if a woman so much as touches your neck." And she did so, dragging her index finger along my neck and I was on fire.

"I'm not a boy," I told her, not very convincingly. I felt as if I had just been born.

"Well," she teased me, running her face along the side of my face. "Not quite a man either. If you don't know how to properly fuck a woman, or talk to her, how can you call yourself a man then?"

I then realized Laara was going to invoke the Rite of the Mother-Whore. I needed to perform this rite with her, as it was seldom enacted, let alone observed.

"What would you do to usher me to manhood," I asked leadingly.

"I would bathe you as a mother must her young ones. I would need to clean out all of you, top to bottom. Then you would need to submit to the Discipline of the Mother."

We were so close, we were gazing into each other's eyes. My cock was as hard as stone. She stood up, and grasped my hand, pulling me toward her. We kissed deeply. Her tongue was fully in my mouth, moving in circles. It thought I would collapse.

We stepped down from her lorry and she took me into the woods behind the field. Another lorry was parked under a tree. I followed her up the steps. A tub was right in the entryway and a drape closed off the other part of the caravan. There was a spigot and she poured hot water into the tub.

"Come here little one," Laara said, calling me into her arms. "There there," she crooned. "Let's scrub you clean." She removed my clothes briskly, an easy feat for a Caravan woman. She gazed at my body and smiled.

"Quite a nice boy," she hummed. "So strong and firm," she looked at my erect cock, which felt five feet long. "Let's get you all cleaned." I slid into the water, and she began the more conventional part of the bath.

She washed my hair, chest, and legs. Her blouse was open, and I could see her heavy brown breasts, and the tips of her hard nipples. She was sweating from the steamy water. I wanted to reach out and fondle and lick her tits, but the rite demanded I keep my hands to myself.

"Stand up little one, so I can wash your privates," she said as she helped me up. Her face was formed into an expression of pure lust. She looked directly at the head of my penis. It was red from the hot water.

"Looks like your piss hole is a bit angry," Laara said in a lisping voice. "Let's see what we can do with that wee hole!" She pulled my cock down to the level of her mouth, came forward, and thrust her tongue into the piss slit in stabbing motions. The pleasure and pain was too much to bear. I let out a low, long moan. She looked up at me.

"Something else is the matter," she said, looking at me with gravity. "Seems that hole is blocked up. I have another idea. Will you be a good boy and do what I say?" I nodded. She stood up, and lifted me out of the water by my armpits.

"Now you must bend over as far as you can go," she said, helping me into a nearly ninety degree angle. I was holding myself steady on the lip of the tub. I could hear her dress move behind me. She was getting into position as she pulled my ass cheeks apart.

"I thought so," she said in a husky voice. "This hole is angry too! I've seen this before. No need to worry. We'll have you cleared and flowing soon."

I could feel her breath on my asshole. Then her tongue. She was rimming my anus, then thrusting her tongue into my shitter. I let out a low, dark moan. This was like nothing I had ever felt before. But this was just the beginning.

Laara shifted, and her tongue slid along my perineum, from the base of my balls to my asshole. I was squirming with pleasure and some degree of pain, but she kept me still with rough handling.

"Be still," she scolded. "If you're good, I'll let you fuck the whore. Would you like that? Would you like to stick your hard cock in the whore?" I nodded and moaned.

I could hear her stand up. She leaned over me, and moved her left hand to my cock while she squeezed my balls with the right. Then she started to jack my cock at a tremendous rate. I was about to come, when moved her right hand from my balls and inserted an index finger deep into my shit hole, without warning. I stopped moaning, I felt I would lose my erection, but her finger began to wiggle, and a new wave of unknown pleasure washed over me. She wiggled the finger, and jacked my cock, and I began to come so hard, it was almost not pleasurable. But she was very pleased.

"That's a good boy," Laara crooned. "Look at all that spunk coming out of that wee hole. What a good job!" I was still coming. She jacked me until the last few drops fell in the water. She lifted me up, and hugged me from behind. Somehow she had shed her clothes. Her skills were amazing.

"The Whore wants a grown man's cock now," she whispered as both a taunt and a threat. She released me and I nearly fell. She pulled back a curtain in the lorry, and I watched her broad shapely ass wiggle as she retreated.

After a few moments to catch my breath, I pulled back the curtain and she was laying on a plush bed that was close to the floor. Her knees were up; her heavy breasts were parted on her chest. I wanted this caravan woman more than any other woman before.

She looked up at me, standing over her. My cock was fully erect. I had shot a load down her throat, she had stuck her finger up my ass, jacked me off, and now I yearned to shoot my seed into her deep cunt.

"If you fuck a whore," she told me huskily. "You must treat a whore as meat." I took a step toward her. She slowly opened her legs. Her pussy was gorgeous: red, deep, enticing.

"Go on," Laara hissed. "Mount me. Hold me down. Fuck me like a bitch in heat!" I heard her words, and my world went dark. She wanted to draw the male vitality out of me and I damn it I would let her. I fell and wedged my cock firmly up her cunt. It was snug, wet, and warm.

"Take my prick, whore," I hissed. She moved beneath me. She pushed against me.

"Not so rough," she falsely begged. But I would have none of it. I pushed her down, and began to ride her hard.

"Shut up slut," I demanded. "I bought your cunt and all that goes with it. Now take the fucking!"

I reared up, and squeezed one of her marvelous tits with my right hand. With my left, I reached down and grasped an ample ass cheek. She smelled like cunt and sweat, and I had a firm hold of her tits and her ass. The heady mixture was driving me insane. She was my first Caravan woman, and I never felt more like a man than mounted on this woman, in between her legs, grasping the parts that made her flesh so desirable, so womanly.

"Don't come inside me," she pleaded. "It is my fertile time of the month!" When I heard her say that, the seed inside my balls began to boil.

"Take the come, whore," I screamed as I started to shoot a load deep into her. "Every fucking drop in you fertile cunt!" I came so hard, I felt a pain in the base of my penis. Her legs shot up; she grasped both my ass checks and pulled me into. She hissed and swore.

"Son of a bitch," she hollered. "Hot come deep in my pussy!"

We lay beside each other, panting hard. Then we slept. When I woke up, she was gone. I found my clothes and stepped out into the night.

DAY TWO

In the early morning hours, the Caravan Mothers supervised the placement of the Rite Lorry in a broad clearing. The Rite always took place under the open sky, unless the weather was poor. It was a larger lorry than the caravans used for travel. Which was odd, as it only fit two people at a time: the Caravan Whore and one of the fifty caravan men entering to copulate with her.

I was to leave just before the Rite. No outsiders were supposed to see or participate in the Rite. As far as we knew, none ever had.

Of all the Caravan practices and customs which caused the consternation of the Government, the Rite was the most scandalous. There was an atavistic depth to the Rite that many found deeply distressing. Dwelling women complained that it demeaned women. Fifty men having sex with one woman did nothing more than treat women like prostitutes. Dwelling men found the custom of fifty men ejaculating in one woman, in sequence, as taking away the reproductive prerogative of patrimony.

I watched the Rite Lorry as it was put into place. Several young men threw curtains around the other structure - so men awaiting the Caravan Whore could watch her couple with the men in front of them on the line. This caused the men to see themselves in the position of the other men. It was part of the strength of the Rite.

I returned to my lorry, and Laara was there, preparing breakfast. We sat across from each other, eating the heavy porridge that is so much a part of the Caravan diet.

"That is good for you," Laara said. "It helps men produce seed. After a night seeding a woman, it helps replenish a man."

"In that case I should have five bowls," I said mischievously. "Because at the rate we're going, I need all the help I can get." She laughed.

"A man needs to seed a woman at least once a day, or he gets backed up, and then sick," she said, leaning toward me. I could smell her heavy scent, musky and dank.

"So you are my wife now, for the three days of my visit. What does your husband do while you're here with me? He needs at least three fucks!"

"I just go there and he seeds me," she said, smiling. "I just came back. He thinks me a whore when I take a visitor as a husband. He gets very excited, which means he fucks hard and fast. Come here," she sat closer to me, opened her legs, and pushed my hand to her cunt. She was dripping wet.

"That's his seed," Laara explained. "He wanted to get your seed out. I told him, my Dweller husband don't want his seed forced out. But that only made my Caravan husband angry, and hornier, and he pushed me over the table, and took me from assways, and called me a bitch and whore and came hard and deep."

I stood up, lifted her, and roughly pushed her over the table. I spread her legs with my right leg, pushed up her skirt with the left, and then pushed her over. I forced the air out of her as I bent her over the table.

"You cheap whore," I hissed, pushing into her cunt. "Take my cock you bitch," and I lunged forward. Her wet pussy clung to my cock. I felt that she might rip it off. I pulled her blouse, and tore the fabric. I didn't care. I ran my hands over her long, brown, muscular back, and then leaned over her body, reaching under her arms to squeeze her massive tits. That was it. I was about to explode.

"Rutting in your pussy," I ranted. "Coming deep in your used cunt! Take my come!"

"That's it," Laara hissed. "Claim the cunt. It's yours. Seed me!" And I did, and it felt like coming home again to some male place of honor and respect. I pulled out of her, and fell on the chair. She came up to me, her massive tits in front of my face, and pulled me into them. I sucked on the nipples. She was the Queen of all Whores.

"I knew you'd be good at that," she said, running her hands through my hair. "You'd be good at the Rite. You know how to plunge through another man's spunk and plant your own! And you ripped my blouse you bastard. Sure you don't have Caravan blood?"

We laughed. I pulled back from her ripe tits.

"Only Caravan men can participate in the Rite," I told her. "It's sacred." On hearing this, Lara nodded.

"Yes, our special Rite," she whispered to me. My penis was rising again.

"You can't tell me that you have ever been the Caravan Whore, but I suspect you are very good at it," I whispered to her. She leaned down, and kissed me deeply. She bit my lip.

"You can't be in the Rite," she whispered when she pulled. "But have you ever heard of the Small Rite?" I was well versed in Caravan lore, but I had never heard of this one.

"It hasn't been done in a generation," she explained. "But if men are in a quarrel, a woman can call them to a Small Rite. It is like the Lorry Rite, but for a specific occasion. So, if four men quarrel over a common issue, like the ownership of a lorry, and the Caravan Mothers issue a ruling, but the men are still sore about it, a woman, usually a wife of the man who won the quarrel, calls for the Small Rite.

"She sets up her Lorry like a smaller version of the Rite Lorry, draping cloth over the frame, and takes each man in turn, and mixes their seed in her cunt. And the last man is her husband. He reclaims her."

Four hours later I was standing with three other Caravan men, including Derker, Laara's husband, drinking their strong Barley liquor, toasting, saying the traditional words before the Rite: "May your seed be abundant!" and we all clinked glasses.

"We need a quarrel, if this is to be the Small Rite," Derker exclaimed. He was a very typical Caravan type, dark skinned with thick hair, broad shoulders and quick wit. But he was twenty years older than me and the other two men. He had a mane of gray hair on his head.

"How about that he is fucking your fine wife, Derker" Aron, one of the young man suggested. We all laughed.

"Well, you shall have the first fuck Aron, and then I shall have a quarrel with you as well!" Derker slapped the young man on the shoulder. "And you, Buutch, the second. I will have thirds. And our guest here plays the man who won the judgement, and plows through our frothy leavings. Why not get in there and stick it to her, my boy. She's a true Caravan wench. She likes a good hard cock stuffed in her cunt."

Laara had draped the bed with cloth. We would be able to look through the seams when she coupled with each of us.

Aron stepped forward first, below the drapes. We took our places at the side of the bed and peered. Aron removed his clothes and stood before Laara. She was nude, her legs were parted, and she raised herself on her elbows to eye the boy.

"May you seed me deeply," she recited the formula of the Rite.

"May you overflow with seed," he answered, and being a Caravan lad, he needed no further prodding.

He fell hard on Laara, mounted her and she opened her legs wide, but he still missed the mark, so with her two hands she guided his large cock into her pussy. When he dug in, they both moaned.

"That's a hefty cock, my lad," she said in a husky voice, for all to hear. One of the goals of the Rite is for each man to seed quickly. If this was the proper Rite, Laara would be seeded by fifty men. Speed was essential. Luckily, the visual element of the Rite spurred men into action. Watching men mount a woman serially, raises the stakes for the men on the line. The more they watch the sex more they want to have the sex. I realized this quickly watching Laara and Aron mate.

"Stick it to me," she moaned, prodding him. "Get it deeper in my snatch you bastard!"

"Take the cock, whore!" he answered, picking up his pace. "You take all the pricks, don't you - you deep cunted slut!" Then he began to scream, and his pumping, which had been fairly fast but orderly, was now out of control. Laara reached out to steady him, trying to pull him down, but he smacked her away.

"Arms down slut," he hissed. "Scoop up your big tits with your hands so I can rub against those nipples when I come!" She did, and the boy came hard.

"Fuck," he screamed, "shooting a load in you!"

"Hot come!" Laara answered, her legs wrapped and pulling Aron in from the small of his back. "Hot seed deep in my pussy!"

When Aron grew still, he rolled away from her. He caught his breath and got up to leave. Laara lay there panting, her legs obscenely spread, her cleft dripping with seed.

Buutch quickly entered the room, naked as the day he was born. His cock was thick, but not long. Lara would need Aron's seed to accommodate this lad. She looked at him.

"May you seed me deeply," she said.

"May you overflow with seed," he concurred, and mounted her. She hitched up her legs and spread them wide to accommodate his hefty prick. Even with the spunk, she was having difficulties. Her inability to fit his dick excited Buutch.

"Loosen up, whore, I know you want it," he taunted. He pushed forward. Half is cock was wedged in her slit. Laara was howling.

"Damn it, thicker than my arm!" she hissed.

"Raise your legs higher, take it," he ordered, and Laara did, and he pushed more. They both grunted like dumb animals. Buutch was rutting on top of her, his eyes closed. She was just an open cunt to him. He would come quickly, and hard. Laara could feel him teetering over the edge, and pushed him over.

"Seed me," she ordered. "Pump your hot spunk in my creamy cunt!" and he screamed, and commenced a very loud, long and hard orgasm. He ground her into the bed without mercy.

"Take it whore," he screamed near the end. "You dirty bitch!" as he squirted the last drops in her open pussy, and grunted to a stop. He fell off Laara. She was breathing hard, and his sweat glistened on her brown belly and coated ample tits. He sat up and left.

Her husband entered, naked, sinewy, hard as a rock. He looked down at her with derision. But Derker approached her with a heavy breath. He wanted to seed her.

Laara raised her head and looked at her husband. She was amused, but also the very picture of lust. Her face said: give me that old cock.

"May you seed me deeply," she snarled.

"May you overflow with seed," he spat, and quickly mounted her. He wedged his not small prick into her sloppy pussy. He breathed out heavily.

"Nothing like a cunt," he hissed. "The lads liked this slit. The cunt is overflowing with seed like a proper Caravan Whore getting seeded by dick after dick after dick!" and he began to pump her, and she raised up her legs and wrapped them around his lower back.

They fucked hard, but her husband was older, so he was steady. He had a worksman like pace. Everytime he pumped into her, a stream of come flowed down her ass and to the bed. She was lying in a pool of semen.

He then reared up on her, and looked her in the face, then down the long curvy line of her body, to watch his prick saw in and out of her.

"Look at ya," he said. "This is why I married ya. A fine fucktress you are. Ample of ass, deep of cunt, heavy of tit! Everything a caravan woman should be. You'll take this damn seed you will!"

"No!" she screamed, surprisingly. "Get off and bring a young one here. Get out my cunt and get a proper dick in me! Not your old skinny prick!"

He reared up further, and her words, which inflamed him, by design, caused him to molest her tits, roughly. He smacked them hard several times. Then he lay back down on her, and began to pump wildly.

"You will take all my seed, you dirty bitch," he hissed. "You drain every man of seed in this damn caravan, like a cheap whore, you'll have room for one more load. Reach down, slut! Squeeze my balls."

Laara reached between her legs, under her husband, and squeezed both his stones hard. From my angle, I could see her hands, and see the shudder that passed through his body.

"You dirty slut," he stuttered. "Take my come," he screamed and reared up. He pushed hard, and his wife took it. He pulled out, and squirted the last drops of come on her belly. He sat up and looked down at her.

"A fine piece of ass you are," he muttered. "A credit to the Caravan." He walked by me. Our eyes met.

"Show her how a dweller fucks, lad," and he tweaked my chin. I stepped behind the curtains.

She was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her hair was tousled around the bed. It looked like come was plastered against the right side of her face and hairline. The best sight was her gash: it was red, open, and dripping with the come of three men. She was a gorgeous, fertile being, and the seed of many men brought out an inner light in this woman. She glowed and pulsed with their energy. She made it her own and reflected it back to me. I wanted to plunge inside of her, into the slutty inside of her light.

"May you seed me deeply!" she said with enthusiasm, raising her head to look me squarely in the eyes.

"May you overflow with seed," I muttered, and then fell on her. I mounted her hard, and slapped both her big tits. I felt angry at her for making me wait to give me relief. For taking three loads before me. I would take it out on her cunt.

I gripped her hard, squeezing her tits together and pushing her legs wide open. My mouth met hers, and I shoved my tongue deep in her throat. She met my tongue with her tongue, and we both moaned. I lowered my arms and with both hands gripped her shapely ass cheeks. I ran my fingers in and around her crack. She started to breathe heavily. I pried open her ass and inserted my finger into her shit hole. She started moaning deeply into my mouth.

I pulled back and grasped her right tit with my hand and squeezed it hard.

"Look at this ample tit, bitch." I hissed. "You were born with big tits and a shapely ass. You were made for hard cocks." I sucked and nibbled on her. My cock was in her cunt, my finger in her shit hole, and my mouth on her nipple. She began to yell.

I then pulled completely away and began to run my hand down her abdomen. It was coated with a slick of sweat and semen. I rubbed it into her dark skin, and she began to squirm around on the bed. I ended at her freshly fucked quim. I slid three fingers in and out of her hole around her lips and across her clitoris. She was breathing heavily and groaning.

"What's in this cunt?"

"Seed," she moaned. "I'm overflowing with seed."

"Every man should fuck you," I taunted as I stuck three fingers in her pussy and twisted them.

"Damn it!" She screamed. "Fuck that cunt and stick another load in there."

If it was not roused already, her words inflamed me. My balls felt like inflated balloons. I pushed her legs open, mounted her again, slapped her tits hard, and plunged into her. She raised her legs along the side of me and coaxed me.

"Fuck the cunt you bastard. Cream in the slit!" I began to pound her without mercy. She pulled her legs high for me, exposing her sloppy pussy. I was plowing through three loads, and I was soon sopping wet. She clamped her cunt around me cock, gripping me tight. I wasn't going to last long. It was all too much.

I felt the seed build up in my balls, which were pressed hard against my pubis. I reared up, ready to seed, and looked down at Laara. She was gorgeous. The Small Rite was working: she glowed with the light of a thousand orgasms, she was awash with the seed of scores of men, she was the giver of life, and the diffuser of male violence. In her cunt she took it all, and it then erupted out of every pore of her body. The Rite was working: she was the Cosmic Whore. She was All. I would come deep within her.

"Take it, whore," I screamed. "Seed deep within you!" I screamed, she screamed, and I fell on her and we both ground together, as one, as I planted my come deep in her.

"Hot come in my pussy," she screamed. "Deep in the pussy."

When I came to rest, I lay on her with all my weight. She ran her hands along my flanks and kissed me along my neck.

"My husband," she whispered in my ear.

DAY THREE

I woke up dazed. I had never fucked more in my entire life, and I was starting to fray. I stepped out into the field where the Rite Lorry was still being prepared. Before I knew it, Buutch and Aron, who had joined Laara's husband during the Small Rite, were on either side of me.

"We'd like to talk to you," Buutch said, gesturing to a copse of trees. I followed the young men. When we were under the bowers, Aron spoke.

"We all want you to participate in the Rite today," he said, looking grave. "You fuck and talk like a real Caravan man, more than any other Dweller, and we all want to give you the honor."

"Did the Caravan Mothers approve this?" I asked, shocked.

"They suggested it," Buutch answered. "They've been watching your fucking. They think the time is right."

My head swam. How could I perform the Rite? I felt as if my penis would never grow hard again. But how could I say no? We know of not a single outsider who has ever witnessed the Rite, let alone participated.

"You've been given a further honor," Buutch continued. "You will be the fiftieth man to seed." His words made matters worse. I felt I might faint.

"One more thing," Aron continued. "This is not known yet, but soon will be, as the Rite will begin soon. Laara is the Caravan Whore this moon."

And that was it, I fell down. When I woke up, Aron and Butch were giving me water. I must seed Laara last, but I didn't know how I would have the strength to do it. I looked out at the Rite Lorry, and tried to conjure up the strength to seed her one more time.